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Long may she these her worst of foes defy,
And lift her mitred head triumphant to the sky :
While theirs-----but satire filently disdains
To name, what lives not, but in madmen's brains.
Like bawds, each lurking pastor seeks the dark,
And fears the justice's enquiring clerk.
In close back-rooms his routed Aocks he rallies,
And reigns the patriarch of blind lanes and allies
There safe, he lets his thundering censures fly,
Unchristens, damns us, gives our laws the lye,
And excommunicates three stories high.
Why, fince a land of liberty they hate,
Still will they linger in this free-born state ?
Here, every hour, fresh, hateful, objects rise,
Peace and prosperity afflict their eyes;
With anguilh, prince and people they survey,
Their just obedience, and his righteous sway.
Ship off, ye llaves, and seek some passive land,
Where tyrants after your own hearts commande
To your Transalpine master's rule resort,
And fill an empty abdicated court:
Turn your poffeffions here to ready rhino,
And buy ye lands and lordships at Urbino.
HORACE, BOOK II. ODE IV. IMITATED.
THE LORD GRIFFIN TO THE EARL OF
O not, most fragrant earl, disclaim
Thy bright, thy reputable flame,
To Bracegirdle the brown;
But publicly espouse the dame,
And say, G-d-- the town.
Full many heroes, fierce and keen,
With drabs have deeply smitten been,
Although right good commanders;
Some who with you have Hounslow seen,
And some who've been in Flanders.
Did not base Greber's * Pegg inflame
The sober earl of Nottingham,
Of fober fire descended ?
That, careless of his soul and fame,
To play-houses he nightly came,
And left church undefended.
The monarch who of France is hight,
Who rules the roast with matchless might;
Since William went to heaven;
Loves Maintenon, his lady bright,
Who was but Scarron's leaving.
Though * Signora Francesco Marguareta de l'Epine, 2 Italian longstress.
Though thy dear's father kept an inn.
At grilly head of Saracen,
For carriers at Northampton ;
Yet she might come of gentler kin,
Than e'er that father dreamt on.
Of proffers large her choice had she,
Of jewels, plate, and land in fee,
Which she with scorn rejected :
And can a nymph so virtuous be
Of base-born blood suspected ?
'VII. Her dimple cheek, and roguish eye, Her slender waste, and taper thigh,
I always thought provoking ;,
But, faith, though I talk waggishly,
I mean no more than joking.
Then be not jealous, friend : for, why?
My lady marchioness is nigh,
To fee I ne'er should hurt ye;
Besides, you know full well that I
Am turn'd of five-and-forty.
THE RECONCILEMENT BETWEEN JACOB
TONSON AND MR. CONGREVE.
AN IMITATION OF HORACE, BOOK III. ODE IX.
HILE at my house in Fleet-street once you lay,
How merrily, dear Sir, time pass’d away? While “ I partook your wine, your wit, and mirth, I was the happiest creature on God's yearth * "
While in your early days of reputation,
You for blue garters had not such a passion ;
While yet you did not use (as now. your
To drink with noble lords, and toast their ladies
Thou, Jacob Tonfon, wert to my conceiving,
The chearfullest, best, honest fellow living,
I'm in with captain Vanburgh-at the present,
A most sweet-natur'd gentleman, and pleasant;
He writes your comedies, draws schemes, and models,
And builds dukes houses upon very odd hills :
For him, so much I dote on him, that I,
If I was sure to go to heaven, would die.
CONGRE V E.
Temple + and Delaval are now my party,
Men that are tam Mercurio both quam Marte;
And * Tonson (Sen.) his dialect. + Sir Richard Temple, afterwards lord Cobham,
And though for them I Mall scarce go to heaven,
Yet I can drink with them six nights in feven.
What if from Van's dear arms I should retire,
And once more warm my * Bunnians at your fire;
If I to Bow-Street should invite you home,
And fet a bed
in my dining-room,
Tell me, dear Mr. Congreve, would you come ?
Though the gay sailor, and the gentle knight,
Were ten times more my joy and heart's delight,
Though civil persons they, you ruder were,
And had more humours than a dancing-bear;
Yet for your fake I'd bid them both adieu,
And live and die, dear Bob, with only you.
HORACE, BOOK III. O DE XXI.
HAU, gentle Cafk, whose venerable head
With hoary down and ancient duit o'er-spread, , Proclaims, that since the vine first brought thee forth Old
age has added to thy worth. Whether the sprightly juice thou dost contain,
Thy.votaries will to wit and love,
Or senseless noise and lewdness move,
Or Neep, the cure of these and every other pain.
II. Since * Jacob's term for his corns.