'I'll fly with it from shore to shore, 'Swift to the Congress with my freight 'I'll speed, and on their heads its weight 'Souse with such skill and care; That PUT'NAM, WASHINGTON beneath, And gasping LEE shall wish to breathe 'A pint of PRIESTLEY's air. 'The deed is done, thy foes are dead, 'Ne longer, England, shalt thou dread Such Presbyterian huffers; 'Thy candle's radiance ne'er shall fade, 'With now and then a little aid 'From PINCHBECK's patent snuffers.' ODE XVII. ΤΟ SIR FLETCHER NORTON. By the Same. a MUSE! were we rich in land, or stocks, The zeal of cits should ne'er surpass us, с To hit a Jollux or a king; I'd hangings weave, in Fancy's loom, For Lady Norton's dressing room. But darts like these I don't pursue, Nor does Sir Fletcher heed virtu. Enough for me in these hard times, When ev'ry thing is tax'd but rhymes, f To tag a few of these together: g For verse, (I'd have Sir Fletcher know it) Has more of meaning and intent, 'Tis i fit and right, when heroes die, The nation should a tomb supply; Yet, not the votes of both the houses, Without the assistance of the muses, Can give that permanence of fame That heroes from their country claim. And tell me pray, to our good King, What fame our present broils can bring, Ev'n should the Howes, which some folks doubt, Put Washington to total rout, Unless his Treasurer in an ode, What though Earl Temple got a name, A man, I know, may get a pension Without the muse's intervention: = Yet what are pensions to the praise 1 Say, Johnson! where had been m Fingal, n Mac, like a poet stout and good, First plung'd, then pluck'd him from Ob. And bid him bluster at his ease, D Such hocus-pocus tricks, I own, My Muse would think her power enough, And give them all their heaven on earth; Sandwich for aye, should shine the star, t Caulk all our vessels' leaky sides, And in the docks work double tides. |