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So-lest new ills should intervene,

Where Rohin soon began to sing She turn'd the Robin out again.

Such songs as made the house to ring ; The Samians now, in vast del ght,

He sung the loss and death of sheep, Bless the good lady day and night;

In notes that made the lady weep: Wish that her life might ne'er be done,

How for his charge the dog unfit, But everlasting as the Sun.

Took part with foes, and shepherds bit ; The Eagle high again did soar;

Ev'n from his birth he did him trace, The lady was disturb'd no more,

And show him cur of shabby race;
But all things flourish'd as before.

The first by wandering beggars fed,
His sire, advanc'd, turn'd spit for bread;
Himself each trust had still abus'd;
To steal what he should guard, was us'd

From puppy: known wbere-e'er he came ROBIN RED BREAST, WITH THE BEASTS, Both vile and base, and void of shame.

The cat be sung, that none could match AN OLD CAT'S PROPHECY;

For venom'd spite, or cruel scratch;

That from a witch transform'd she came, Taken out of an old copy of verses supposed to be

Who kitten'd three of equal fame: written by John Lidgate, a monk of Bury.

This first, one dead, of tabby fur One that had in her infant state,

The third survives, much noise of her While playing at her father's gate,

Had been : a cat well known, with ease Seen and was most hugely smitten

On errands dark, o'er land and seas, With young dog and dirty kitten,

She'd journies take to cub of bear, Had took them up and lug'd them in,

From these intriguing beasts, who swear And made the servants wash them clean'.

They'll bring him to defend the wrong When she to a fit age was grown,

That they have done. Again he sung, To be sole mistress of her own,

How tabby once, in moon-light night, Then to her favour and strange trust

Trotted with letter fox did write; She rais'd these two; in rank the first

In which he sends his best respects The dog : who, with gilt collar grac'd,

To the she-bear, and thus directs: Strutted about. The cat was plac'd

“ Madam,” said he, “ your cub safe send, O’er all the house to domineer,

None shall his worship soon offend; And kept each wight of her in fear;

It's all I can at present do While he o'er all the plains had power,

To serve him, as his friends well know.” That savage wolves might not devour

At this the beasts grew in such rage, Her flocks. She gave him charge great care That none their fury could assuage; To take: but beasts uncertain are!

Nay, puss her lady would have scratch'd, Now see by these what troubles rise

And tore her eyes, but she was watch'u; To those who in their choice unwise

For she'd set up her back, and mew, Put trust in such; for he soon join'd

And thrice ev'nin her face she few. With beast of prey the dog combin'd,

The dog, like an ungrateful spark, Who kill'd the sheep, and tore the hind;

At her would dare to snarl and bark. While he would stand, and grin, and bark, Her tenants wondering stood to hear Concealing thus his dealings dark.

That she their insolence would bear; A wolf, or so, sometimes he'd take,

And oiler'd their assistance to And then, () what a noise he'd make!

Soon inake them better manners know: But with wild-beasts o'er-run yet are

But she, to avoid all farther rout, The plains : some die for want of fare,

Her window opening, turn'd Bob out; Or torn, or kill'd; the shepherds find

Hoping that then her beasts would live Each day are lost of every kind.

In peace, and no disturbance give. Thy silly sheep lament in vain;

Yet nothing she can do avails, Of their hard fate, not him, complain.

Their rage against her still prevails; The shepherds, and the servants all,

Though puss was warn’d to fear their fate Against the traitor loudly bawl:

In lines (by old prophetic cat But there was pone that dar'd to tell

Writ before her transformation, Their lady what to them befel;

When she was in the witch's station) For puss a fox of wondrous art

Foretelling thus: “ When beasts are grown Brought-in, to help, and take their part,

To certain heights, before unknown By whose assistance to deceive,

Of human race, some shall aloud She made her every lye believe.

Inflame and arm a dreadful crowd, One lucky day, when she was walking

Who in vast numbers shall advance, In her woods, with servants talking,

And to new tunes shall make them dance: And stopp'd to hear how very well

When this begins, no longer hope, A red-breast sung, then him to dwell

For all remains is axe and rope.” With her she callid: he came, and took

But, not deterr’d by this, they dard, His place next to a favourite rook;

With some who of their plunder shar'd,

T'affront their lady, and conspire * The political drift of this intended prophecy is To many with her money hire; still more evident than that of the preceding poem; Contemning her, to pay updue the satire being abundantly more personal. N. Regards unto this bestial crew :

War:

Thongh these resembled human shapes, The ancient sea-gods with attention wait,
They were indeed no more than apes;

To learn what's now the last result of Fate; Who some in house, and some in wood, What earthly monarch Neptune now decrees And others in bigh boxes stood,

Alone his great vi egerent of the seas. That chattering made such noise and stir, By an auspicious gale, Britannia's fleet How all was due to fox and cur;

On Gallia's coast this shining triumph meet; Till, by their false deluding way,

These pomps divine their mortal sense surprise, She found her flocks begin to stray.

Loud to the ear, and dazzling to the eyes: Still Robin does for her his care

Whilst scaly Tritons, with their shells, proclaim Aud zeal express; on whom yet are

The names that must survive to future fame; His thoughts a!l fix'd. On her he dreams And nymphs their diadems of pearl prepare Each nighit. Her praises are his themes For monarchs who, to purchase peace, make In songs all day. Now perch'd on tree, Finding himself secure aud free,

Then Neptune his majestic silence broke, He pertly shakes his little wives,

And to the trembling sailors mildly spoke: Sets up his throat: again he sings,

“ Throughout the world Britannia's flag display ; “ That she had left no other way

'Tis my command, that all the globe obey; To save her flocks, and end this fray,

Let British streamers wave their heads on high, But soon to her assistance take

And dread no foe beneath Jove's azure sky;
One who could make these monsters shake; The rest let Nereus tell-
A well-known huntsman, who has skill

“ If I have truth,” says Nereus, “and foresee The fiercest beasts to tame or kill:

The intricate designs of Destiny; At her command he'd come, and he

I, that have view'd whatever fleets have rode Would make her great, and set them free; With sharpen'd keels to cut the yielding flood; That, should these beasts some evil day

1, that could weigh the fates of Greece and Rome, Bring cub into her grounds, she may

Phoenician wealth, and Carthaginian doom; Depend that not herself they'll spare,

Must surely know what, in the womb of Time, Since to insult her now they dare:

Was fore-ordain'd for Britain's happy clime; All she at best can hope for then,

How wars upon the watery realin shall cease, Is to be safe shut up in den;

And Anna give the world a glorious peace; Since by sure signs all these ingrate

Restore the spicy trafic of the east, Are known to bear her deadly hate.”

And stretch her empire to the distant west: He ends his song, and prays to Heaven Her flerts descry Aurora's purple bed, That she may have the wisdom given,

And Phoebus' steeds after their labours fer Before it be too late, to take

The southern coasts, to Britain scarcely known, Such resolutions as may make

Shall grow as hospitable as their own: Her safe, and that these beasts no more

No monsters shall be feign'd, to guard their store, To ravage in the plains have power.

When British trade secures their golden ore:
The fleecy product of the Cotswold field
Shall caual what Peruvian mountains yield:
Iron shall there intrinsic value show,

And by Vulcanian art more precious grow.
BRITAIN'S PALLADIUM;

“ Britannia's roval fishery shall be
Improv'd by a kind guardian deity:

That mighty task to Glaucus we assign, LORD BOLINGBROKE'S WELCOME FROM Of more importance than the richest inine; FRANCE'.

He shall direct them how to strike the whale,

How to avoid the danger, when prevail; Et thure, et fidibus jurat

What treasure lies upon the frozen coast Placare, et vituli sanguine debito

Not yet explord, nor negligently lost. Custodes Numidar Deos.

“ în vast Arcadia's plains, new theme for fame, Hor. lib. i. Od. xxxvi. ad Pomponium Towns shall be built, sacred to Anna's ? name:

Numidam, ob cujus ex Hispaniâ red- The silver fir and lofty pine shall rise
dituin gaudio exultat.

From Britain's own united colonies;

Which to the mast shall canvas-wings afford; What noise is this, that interrupts my sleep? And pitch, to strengthen the unfaithful board; What echoing shouts rise from the briny deep? Norway may then her naval stores with-hold, Neptune a solemn festival prepares,

And proudly starve for want of British gold. And peace through all his flowing orb declares: “ O happy isle! to such advantage plac'd, That dreadful trident which he is'd to shake, That all the world is by thy counsels grac'd; Make Earth's foundations and Jove's palace quake, Thy nation's genius, with industrious arts, Now, by his side, on ouzy couch reclin'd,

Renders thee lovely to remotest parts. Gives a smooth surface and a gentle wind:

Eliza first the sable scene withdrew, Innumerable Tritons lead the way,

And to the ancient world display'd the new; And crowds of Nereids round his chariot play. When Burleigh at the helm of state was seen,

The truest subject to the greatest queen; i Lord Bolingbroke set out for France (accom- The Indians, from the Spanish yoke made free, panied by Mr. Hare, one of his under-secretaries, Bless'd the effects of English liberty; Mr. Prior, and the Abbé Gualtier) Aug. 2; and arrived again in London, Aug. 21, 1712. N. ? Annapolis, the capital of Nova Scotia.

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Drake round theworld his sovereign'shonour spread, Far from the common pitch, he shall arise, Through straits and gulphs immense her fame With great designs, to dazzle Envy's eyes; convey'd;

Search deep, to know of whiggish plots the source, Nor rests inquiry here; his curious eye

Their ever-turning schemes, and rest!ess course, Descries new constellations in the sky,

Who shall hereafter British annals read, In which vast space, ambitious mariners

But will reflect with wonder on this deed? Might place their names on high, and choose their How artfully his conduct overcame stars.

A stubborn race, and quench'd a raging flame; Raleigh, with hopes of new discoveries fir'd, Retriev'd the Britons from unruly Fate, And all the depths of human wit inspird,

And overthrow the Phaëtons of state! Rov'd o'er the western world in search of fame, These wise exploits through Gallia's nation ran, Adding fresh glory to Eliza's namne;

And fir'd their souls, to see the wond'rous man: Subdued new empires that will records be

The aged counsellors, without surprise, Immortal of a queen's virginity 3.

Found wit and prudence sparkling in his eyes; “ But think not, Albion, that thy sons decay, Wisdom that was not gain'd in course of years, Or that thy princes have less power to sway; Or reverence owing to his hoary hairs, Whatever in Eliza's reign was seen,

But struck by force of genius; such as drove With a redoubled vigour springs again :

The goddess Pallas froin the brain of Jove. Imperial Anna shall the seas controul,

The youth of France, with pleasure, look'd to see And spread her naval laws from pole to pole; His graceful mien and beauteous symmetry: Nor think her conduct or her counsels less, The virgins ran, as to unusual show, In arts of war, or treaties for a peace;

When he to Paris came, and Fontainbleau; In thrifty management of Britain's wealth, Viewing the blooming minister desir'd, Embezzled lately, or purloin'd by stealth. And still, the more they gaz'd, the more admir'd. No nation can fear want, or dread surprise, Nor did the court, that best true grandeur knows, Where Oxford's prudence Burleigh's loss supplies; Their sentiments by lesser facts disclose, On him the public most securely leans,

By common pomp, or ceremonious train, To ease the burthen of the best of queens: Seen heretofore, or to be seen again; On him the merchants fix their longing eyes, But they devis'd new honours, yet unknown, When war shall cease, and British commerce rise. Or paid to any subject of a crown.

“ Alcides' strength and Atlas' firmer mind The Gallic king, in age and counsels wise, To narrow straights of Europe were confin'd. Sated with war, and weary of disguise, The British sailors, from their royal change, With open arms salutes the British peer, May find a nobler liberty to range.

And gladly owns his prince and character. Oxford shall be their pole-star to the south, As Hermes from the throne of. Jove descends, And there reward the efforts of their youth: With grateful errand, to Heaven's choicest friends; Whence, through his conduct, traffic shall increase, As Iris from the bed of Juno tlies, skies, Ev'n to those seas which take their name from To bear her queen's commands through yielding peace.

Whilst o'er her wings fresh beams of glory flow, “ Peace is the sound must glad the Britons' ears: And blended colours paint her wondrous bow; But see! the noble Bolingbroke appears;

So Bolingbroke appears in Louis' sight, Gesture compos'd and looks serene declare With message heavenly; and, with equal light, Th’approaching issue of a doubtful war,

Dispels all clouds of doubt, and fear of wars, Now my cerulean race, safe in the deep,

And in his mistress' name for peace declares: Shall hear no cannons' roar disturb their sleep; Accents divine! which the great king receives But smoothest tides and the most halcyon gales With the same grace that mighty Anna gives. Shall to their port direct Britannia's sails.

Let others boast of blowd, the spoil of foes, “ Ye Tritons, sons of gods! 'tis my command, Rapine and murder, and of endless woes, That you see Bolingbroke in safety land; Detested pomp! and trophies gain'd from far, Your concave shells for softest notes prepare, With spangled ensigns, streaming in the air; Whilst Echo shall repeat the gentlest air; Count how they made Bavariau subjects feel The river-gods shall there your triumphs meet, The rage of fire, and edge of harden'd steel; And, in old Ocean mixd, your hero greet;

Fatal effects of foul insatiate pride; Thames shall stand wondering, Isis shall rejoice, That deal their wounds alike on either side, And both in tuneful numbers raise their voice; No limits set to their ambitious ends; The rapid Medway, and the fertile Trent,

For who bounds them, no longer can be friends. In swiftest streams, confess their true content; By different methods Bolingbroke shall raise Avon and Severn shall in raptures join,

His growing honours and immortal praise. And Fame convey them to the northern Tine, He, fir'd with glory and the public good, Tweed then no more the Britons shall divide, Betwixt the people and their danger stood : But peace and plenty fiow on either side;

Arm'd with convincing truths, he did appear; Triumphs proclaim, and mirth and jovial feasts, And all he said was sparkling, bright, and clear. And all the world invite for welcome guests." The listening senate with attention heard,

Faction, that through the land so fatal spread, And some admir'd, while others trembling fear'd; No more shall dare to raise her Hydra's head; Not from the tropes of formal eloquence, But all her votaries in silence mourn

But Demosthenic strength and weight of sense, The happiness of Bolingbroke's return;

Such as fond Oxford to her son supplied,

Design'd her own, as well as Britain's pride; 3 Alluding to the first settlement of Virginia. Who, less beholden to the ancient strains, 4 The Pacific Ocean,

Might show a nobler blood in English veins;

Out-do whatever Homer sweetly sung

You know the captives she has made,
Of Nestor's counsels, or Ulysses' tongue.

The torment of her chain :
Oh! all ye nymphs, whilst time and youth allow, Let her, let her be once betray'd,
Prepare the rose and lily for his brow.

Or rack her with disdain!
Much he has done, but still has more in view; See tears flow from her piercing eyes,
To Anna's interest and his country true.

She bends her knee divine;
More I could prophesy; but must refrain:

Her tears, for Damon's sake, despise;
Such truths would make another mortal vain!

Let her kneel still, for mine,
Pursue thy conquest, charming youth,

Her haughty beauty vex,

Till trembling virgins learn this truth
TO THE

Men can revenge their sex!
DUKE OF BEAUFORT.
A PARAPHRASE ON NAUDÆUS'S ADDRESS TO
CARDINAL DE BAGNI,

THE LAST BILLET.
The time will come (if Fate shall please to give SEPTEMBER and November now were past,
This feeble thread of mine more space to live)

When men in bonfires did their firing waste:
When I shall you and all your acts rehearse,
In a much loftier and more fluent verse;

Yet still my monumental log did last :

To begging boys it was not made a prey To Ganges' banks, and China farther east,

On the king's birth or coronation day. To Carolina, and the distant west,

Why with those oaks, under whose sacred shade Your name shall fiy, and every where be blest; Through Spain and tracts of Lybian sands shall go At last a frost, a disinal frost, there came,

Charles was preserv'd, should any fire be made? To Russian limits, and to Zembla's snow.

Like that which made a market upon Thame: Then shall my eager Muse expand her wing, Your love of justice and your goodness sing;

Unruly company would then have made

Fire with this log, whilst thus its owner pray'd: Your greatness, equal to the state you hold; In counsel wise, in execution bold;

“ Thou that art worsbip'd in Dodona's grove, How there appears, in all that you dispense,

From all thy sacred trees fierce flames remove:

Preserve this groaning branch, O hear my prayer, Beauty, good-nature, and the strength of sense.

Spare me this one, this one poor billet spare; These let the world admire. From you a smile

That, having many fires and fames withstood, Is more than a reward of all my toil.

Its ancient testimonial may last good,
In future times to prove, I once had wood!”

TO LAURA.

IN IMITATION OF PETRARCII,

MISCELLANY POEMS.

SONG.
You say you love; repeat again,

Repeat th’amazing sound,
Repeat the ease of all my pain,

The cure of every wound,
What you to thousands have denied,

To me you freely give;
Whilst 1 in humble silence died,
Your
mercy

bids me live.
So upon Latmos' top each night,

Endymion sighing lay;
Gaz'd on the Moon's transcendent light,

Despair'd, and durst not pray.
But divine Cynthia saw his grief,

Th'effect of conquering charins :
Unask'd the goddess brings relief,

And falls into his arms.

At sight of murder'd Pompey's head

Cæsar forgets his sex and state,
And, whilst his generous tears are shed,

Wishes he had at least a milder fate,
At Absalom's untimely fall,

David with grief his conquest views:
Nay, weeps for unrelenting Saul,

And in soft verse the mournful theme pursues.
The mightier Laura, from Love's darts secure,
Beholds the thousand deaths that I endure,
Each death made horrid with most cruel pain;

Yet no frail pity in her looks appears;

Her eyes betray no careless tears,
But persecute me still with anger and disdain.

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With due submission, tell him you are mine,

I'll search learen, Earth, Hell, seas, and air, And that you trouble him with this design,

And that shall set me free: Exactly to inform his noble youth

Oh, Laura's image will be there Of what you heard just now from vanquish'd Where Laura will not be. Truth:

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My soul must still endure the pain, “ Conquerd, undone! 'Tis strange that there should

And with fresh torment rare: In this confession pleasure ev'n to me.

For none can ever break the chain
With well-wrought terms my hold I strongly barr’d,

That once was Laura's slave.
And rough distinctions were my surly guard.
Whilst I, sure of my cause, this strength possess;
A noble youth, advancing with address,
Led glittering Falsehood on with so much art,

THE SOLDIER'S WEDDING.
That I soon felt sad omens in my heart.
Words with that grace,” said I, “must needs per A SOLILOQUY BY NAN TARASHERWELL.
I find myself insensibly betray'd. suade;
Whilst he pursues his conquest, I retreat,

Being part of a play called The New Troop. And by that name would palliate my defeat. “ But here methinks I do the prospect see

O My dear Thrasherwell, you're gone to sea, Of all those triumphs he prepares for me,

And happiness must ever banish'd be When Virtue or when Innocence opprest

From our flock-bed, our garret, and from me! Fly for sure refuge to his generous breast;

Perhaps he is on land at Portsmouth now When with a noble mien his youth appears,

In the embraces of some Hampshire sow, And gentle voice persuades the listening peers,

Who, with a wanton pat, cries, “ Now, my dear, Judges shall wonder when be clears the laws, You're wishing for some Wapping doxy here." Dispelling mists, which long have hid their cause: “ Pox on them all! but most on bouncing Nan, Then, by his aid, aid that can never fail,

With whom the torments of my life began: Ev'n I, though conquer'd now, shall sure prevail:

She is a bitter one!”—You iye, you rogue; Thousands of wreaths to me he shall repay,

You are a treacherous, false, ungrateful dog. For that one laurel Errour wears to-day.”.

Did not I take you up without a shirt? [dirt!
Woe worth the hand that scrubbid off all your
Did not my interest list you in the guard?
And had not you ten shillings, my reward?

Did I not then, before the serjeant's face,
A GENTLEMAN TO HIS WIFE. Treat Jack, Tom, Will, and Martin, with disgrace?

And Thrasherwell before all others choose,
When your kind wishes first I sought, When I had the whole regiment to louse?
'Twas in the dawn of youth:

Curs'd be the day when you produc'd your sword, I toasted yon, for you I fought,

The just revenger of your injur'd word!
But never thought of truth.

The martial vouth round in a circle stood,
You saw how still my fire increas'd;

With envious looks of love, and itching blood: I griev'd to be denied:

You, with some oaths that signified consent, You said, “ Till I to wander ceas'd,

Cried “ Tom is Nan's!” and o'er the sword you You'd guard your heart with pride.”

went. 1, that once feign'd too many lies,

Then I with some more modesty would step: In height of passion swore,

The ensign thump'd my bum, and made me leap.

I cap'd indeed; and you prevailing men
By you and other deities,
That I would range no more.

Leave us no power of leaping back again.
I've sworzi, and therefore now am fix'd,

No longer false aud vain:
My passion is with honour mix'd,
And both shall ever reign,

THE OLD CHEESE.
Young Slouch the farmer had a jolly wife,
That knew all the conveniences of life,

Whose diligence and cleanliness supplied
THE MAD LOVER.

The wit which Nature had to him denied :

But then she had a tongue that would be heard, I'll from my breast tear fond desire,

And make a better man than Slouch afcard.

This made censorious persons of the town
Since Laura is not mine:
I'll strive to cure the amorous fire,

Say, Slouch could hardly call his soul his own:
And quench the flame with wine.

For, if he went abroad too much, she'd use

To give him slippers, and lock up his shoes. Perhaps in grores and cooling shade

Talking he lor'd, and neer was more afflicted Soft slumbers 1 may find :

Than when he was disturb'd or contradicted: There all the vows to Laura made,

Yet still into his story she would break
Shall vanish with the wind.

With, “ 'Tis not so-pray give me leave to speak."
The speaking strings and charming song His friends thought this was a tyrannic rule,
My passion may remove:

Not differing much from calling of him fool;
Oh, music will the pain prolong,

Told him, he must exert himself, and be
And is the food of love,

In fact the master of his family.

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