Lineage and virtue at this push

Without the gelt is not worth a rush.

TIRES. Why, not to mince the matter more,

You are averfe to being poor,

Therefore find out fome rich old cuff

That never thinks he has enough.

Have you a fwan, a turkey pie,

With woodcocks, thither let them fly;
The first fruits of your early spring
Not to the gods but to him bring.
Tho' he a foundling bastard be,

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Convict of frequent perjury,

His hands with brother's blood imbru'd,
By justice for that crime purfu'd,

Never the wall when afk'd refuse,

Nor lofe your friend to fave your shoes.

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ULYSS. 'Twixt Damas and the kennel go!

Which is the filthieft of the two?

Before Troy town it was not fo:

There with the best I us'd to frive.

TIRES. Why, by that means you 'll never thrive. ULYSS. It will be very hard, that is true;

Yet I'll my gen'rous mind subdue.

THAME AND ISIS.

So the god Thame, as thro' fome pond he glides,
Into the arms of wand'ring Ifis flides;

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His ftrength, her softness, in one bed combine,
And both with bands inextricable join:
Now no cerulean nymph or sea god knows
Where Ifis or where Thame distinctly flows,
But with a lafting charm they blend their stream,
Producing one imperial River-Thame.

NERO, A SATIRE.

We know how ruin once did reign

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When Rome was fir'd and Senate flain :
The prince with brother's gore imbru'd
His tender mother's life purfu'd;

How he the carcass as it lay

Did without tear or blufh furvey,
And cenfure each majeftick grace
That ftill adorn'd that breathlefs face;
Yet he with fword could domineer
Where dawning light does first appear
From rays of Phoebus; and command
Thro' his whole course, ev'n to that strand
Where he abhorring such a fight
Sinks in the wat'ry gloom of night;
Yet he could death and terrour throw

Where Thule farves in northern fnow,
Where fouthern heats do fiercely pafs
O'er burning fands that melt to glass.

CESAR, poffefs'd of Egypt's queen,

And conq'ror of her charms,
Would envy had he Darco feen

When lock'd in Zabra's arms.

ZABRA. Should Memnon that fam❜d black revive,

Aurora's darling fon,

For Zabra's heart in vain he 'd ftrive,

Where Darco reigns alone.

DARCO. Fresh mulberries new prefs'd disclose

A blood of purple hue,

And Zabra's lips like crimson rofe

Swell with a fragrant dew.

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ZABRA. The am'rous Sun has kifs'd his face,

And now those beams are fet

A lovely night affumes the place

And tinges all with jet.

DARCO. Darkness is myftick prieft to Love, And does its rites conceal :

O'erfpread with clouds fuch joys we 'll prove

As Day fhall ne'er revcal.

ZABRA. In gloom of night when Darco's eyes

Are guides what heart can stray?

Whoever views his teeth defcries

The bright and Milky Way.

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DARCO. Tho' born to rule fierce Libya's fands

That with gold's luftre shine,

TO TAKE HIS LEAVE OF TRINIT. COL. CAMBRIDGE.

HORACE, you now have long enough

At Cambridge play'd the fool,

Take back your criticising stuff
To Epicurus' fchool.

But in excuse of this you 'll fay
You're fo unwieldy grown
That if amongst that herd you lay
You fcarcely fhould be known.

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How many butter'd crufts you 've toft
Into your weem so big,

That you 're more like (at College coft)
A porpoise than a pig.

But you from head to foot are brawn,
And fo from fide to fide:

You measure (were a circle drawn)
No longer than you 're wide.

Then blefs me! Sir, how many craggs
You've drunk of potent ale!
No wonder if the belly fwaggs
That is rival to a whale.

E'en let the Fellows take the rest,
They've had a jolly tafter;

But no great likelihood to feaft
"Twixt Horace and the master!

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