Confider who must drink that Drink, and then
What 'tis to have the Praise of Honest Men:
For furely, Peggy, while that Drink does last,
'Tis Peggy will be toasted or difgrac'd..
Then if thy Ale in Glafs thou would'st confine,
To make its sparkling Rays in Beauty shine,
Let thy clean Bottle be entirely dry,
Left a white Substance to the Surface fly,
And, floating there, disturb the curious Eye.
But this great Maxim must be understood,
Be fure, nay very fure, thy Cork be Good;
Then future Ages fhall of Peggy tell,
That Nymph that brew'd and bottl'd Ale fo well.
How fleet is Air! How many things have Breath,
Which in a moment they refign to Death;
Depriv'd of Light, and all their happiest State,
Not by their Fault, but fome o'er-ruling Fate!
Altho fair Flowers, that juftly might invite,
Are cropt, nay torn away for Man's Delight;
Yet ftill those Flowers, alas, can make no Moan,
Nor has Narciffus now a Power to groan.
But all those things which breathe in different Frame,
By Tye of common Breath Man's Pity claim.
A Gentle Lamb has Rhetorick to plead,
And when she fees the Butcher's Knife decreed,
Her Voice entreats him not to make her bleed;
But cruel Gains, and Luxury of Taste,
With Pride, still lays Man's Fellow Mortals waste:
What Earth and Waters breed, or Air inspires,
Man for his Palate fits by torturing Fires.
Mully, a Cow fprung from a Beauteous Race,
With spreading Front did Mountown's Paftures grace.
Gentle fhe was, and with a gentle Stream,
Each Morn and Night gave Milk that equal'd Cream.
Offending
Offending None, of None fhe ftood in Dread,
Much less of Perfons which the daily fed :
But Innocence cannot it felf defend
(Friend.
Gainst Treacherous Arts vail'd with the Name of
Robin of Derbyshire, whofe Temper shocks
The Conftitution of his Native Rocks,
Born in a Place, which if it once be nam'd,
Wou'd make a Blushing Modesty asham'd:
He with Indulgence kindly did appear,
To make poor Mully his peculiar Care.
But inwardly this fullen churlish Thief
Had all his Mind plac'd upon Mully's Beef:
His Fancy fed on her, and thus he'd cry,
Mully, as fure as I'm alive you die ;
'Tis a brave Cow, O Sirs when Christmas comes,
These Shins fhall make the Porridge grac'd with Plumbs.
Then midst our Cups, while we profufely Dine,
This Blade shall enter deep in Mully's Chine: (Roaft?
What Ribs, what Rumps,what Bak'd, Boil'd,Stew'd,and
There shan't a fingle Tripe of her be loft. (Sounds,
When Peggy, Nymph of Mountown, heard thefe
She griev'd to hear of Mully's future Wounds:
What Crime, fays fhe, has gentle Mully done?
Witness the Rifing and the Setting Sun,
That knows what Milk she conftantly would give;
Let that quench Robin's Rage, and Mully live.
Daniel, a Sprightly Swain, that us❜d to slash
The vigorous Steeds that drew his Lord's Calafh,
To Peggy's fide inclin'd; for 'twas well known
How well he lov'd those Cattle of his own.
Then Terence spoke oraculous and fly,
He'd neither grant the Question, or denys (Pye. Pleading for Milk, his Thoughts were on MinceBut all his Arguments fo dubious were,
That Mully thence had neither Hopes nor Fear.
You've spoke, fays Robin, but now let me tell
'Tis not fair-fpoken Words that fill the Belly;
Pudding and Beef I love, and cannot stoop
To recommend your Bonny-Clapper Soop;
You fay fhe's innocent, but what of that?
'Tis more than Crime fufficient that she's Fat;
And that which is prevailing in this Cafe,
Is, there's another Com to fill her Place.
And granting Mully to have Milk in store,
Yet ftill this other Com will give us more;
She dies-stop here my Mufe, forbear the rest,
And vail that Grief which cannot be expreft,
Illuminations at Rome, made by Pafquin, upon the raising the Siege at Barcelona, confifting of Eight Figures, big as the Life, with the following Motto's, 1706.
HE Lord giving Sight to the Man born blind, with the Duke of Savoy's Figura The Motto,
2. Peter coming forth upon hearing the Cock
crow, with the Pope's Figure.
Et egreffus, flevit amarè.
And he went forth, and
wept bitterly.
3. Saul dying on Mount Gilboa, with the Elector
of Bavaria's Figure. The Motto,
Tenent me undique Angustia.
4: Pharaoh in the Red-Sea, with the French
King's Figure. The Motto,
Ex omnibus non unus re-
There remain'd not so
much as one of them. 5. Judas
5. Fudas going to hang himself, with Portocare
ro's Figure. The Motto,
I have finn'd, in that I
have betray'd innocent
6. Judith with Holofernes's Head in her Hand, with the Queen of England's Figure. The Motto,
Tradidit Dominus Po
teftatem ejus in ma
num Femina.
7. Jonab in the Ship
God has deliver'd his
Power into the Hands
of a Woman. surrounded with Waves,
with the Duke of Anjou's Figure. The Motto,
For my fake is this great
Tempeft rais'd.
8. The Daughters of Sion rejoicing, with the Grandees of Spain, when they went to meet Charles the Third. The Motto,
Abftulit Opprobrium ex He has taken away the
Ifrael.
Reproach from Ifrael.
His Holiness having offer'd a great Sum for the Discovery of the Author, he thereupon affix'd on the Palace-Gate these following Words:
Græci carent Ablativo, Itali Dativo, Ego No-
minativo.
A Letter to Marefchal Tallard. Made English out of French. By J. Br.
T's true, Tallard, when fickle Chance deny'd,
At Blenbeim's fatal Field to crown thy Side,
Where Right again did win; and Europe fee
Thy Master's Lillies droop, tho led by Thee:
It might be well allow'd thee to repine,
For who's a Stoick, in a Cafe like thine
But now fince others ftriving to repair
Thy Country's Lofs, with as fuccefslefs Care,
Ha' found fuperior Britain's Strength the fame,
O'erthrown like Thee in the mad Chace of Fame;
Forgive th'unsteddy Goddess thy Defeat,
And count it Churchill's Privilege to beat.
In Ages past, the mighty Mortal name,
That could an equal Place in Annals claim;
The Boafts and Wonders of the Trojan Race,
From Rome's alpiring Twins, to Cæfar, trace;
Thro the long Roll of all their Labours run,
Till ev'ry Town fubdu'd, and Battel won.
But as thou doft the glorious Search pursue,
And leaving antient Valour, turn to New;
Be just to Churchill's Worth, and thy best Praife
(beftow,
A noble Spirit's Gift, on such a matchless Foe,
For fee aflifting Fate, with Force Divine,
Once more for him the doubtful Scale incline;
See Flanders now a bloody Profpect yield,
And Blenheim rival'd by Ramillia's Field.
Where met alike, and by as daring Men,
The Warrior has out-ftript his Country's Hopes a-
Obferve how soon ufurpt Dominion fell,
While jufter Titles were afferted well
How to reduce the long contested Soil
Of Belgia's better half, was but a Se'nnights Toil
Then own, Tallard, tho there but little be
Of Truth allow'd in Tales of Chivalry;
Tho where great Acts are pictur'd in Extremes,
We think 'em oft neft but the Writer's Dreams,
Some Prodigies authentick we may call,
And all that's strange, is not Apocryphal.
When Spierbach's Fortune, to thy Valour kind,
Did thy ferener Brow with Laurels bind;
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