And now fhe vomits forth the din CORINNA VINDICATED. CORINNA, Virtue's child, and chaste As veftal maid of yore, Her, many a worthless knight, to wed, Roysters they were, and each a mere They eat and drank up all her cheer, See her by Walpole firft addrefs'd, (But Walpole caught a tartar) Him while an ill-earn'd ribband grac'd, She wore a nobler garter. A pair of brothers next advance, The filly 'gan to kick and prance, But who comes next? O well I ken See, laft the man by heav'n defign'd, He woo'd the fair with manly fense, Subdu'd Corinna's heart. She gave her hand-but left her hand, The priest omitted, by command, SOME STANZAS, ADDRESSED TO NO MINISTER NOR GREAT MAN. WITH all thy titles, all thy large estate, And all the favours which a King can grant, Something is wanting ftill to make тHEE great, And still that fomething THOU wilt ever want. For is it greatnefs, at a sumptuous board To feaft a county, and to hear thy name 'Mid noify revels rictoufly roar'd, When longer than the banquet lafts not fame ? Or is it greatness in the pomp of pow'r Each morn a crowd obfequious to collect, Pleas'd to accept th' obeifance of an hour, When with the levee endeth all respect ! He who is great, fome nobler purpose shews : What tho' a fawning academic train, O fhame to learning! on thy footsteps wait; Yet Yet in fair history's impartial page, Penn'd nor in flatt'ring nor invective strain, Truth will report THEE to the future age No statesman, but a courtier light and vain. For hath THY civil prudence well upheld The ftate, 'gainst foreign or dómeltic foe? Was fierce rebellion by THY counfels quell'd? By THEE averted Gallia's threaten'd blow ? Where was thy forefight, when the Gaul prepar'd And tho' once more Britannia lifts her head, By pow'rful nations fees herfelf rever'd, And hails her valiant fons by glory led T'affault that realm whence late affault fhe fear'd; Yet from their deeds no honour THOU can't gain, Tho' vict'ry's laurels fhould their brows entwine: For when did'ft THOυ their arduous toils maintain ? Or of their bold exploits which plan was THINE? Did'ft THOU fecure the harveft of the land Amid invafion's threat and war's alarm? When martial weapons fill'd the reaper's hand, Have fleets and armies by THY orders mov'd De crowds THY wisdom and THY spirit note Yet in the triumph тHOυ affum'st a share, STAN ZA S ADDRESSED TO A GREAT MINISTER AND GREAT MAN. WITH titles, honours, and a large eftate, Can aught be wanting still to make thee great, For fure 'tis greatness nobly to difdain The high. rewards that wait the statesman's toils, And rather, with unfparing hand, to drain Thy private wealth, than share the public fpoils. And fure 'tis greatness, to the Muse's choir With royal fmiles her grateful train to fire, Who, |