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'Tis well;—but, since we live among
Detractors with an evil tongue,
Who may object against the term,
Pliny shall prove, what we affirm:
Pliny shall prove and we'll apply,
And I'll be judg’d by standers-by.

First, then, our author has defin'd
This reptile of the Serpent kind,
With gaudy coat and shining train ;
But loathsome spots his body stain :
Out from some hole obscure he flies,
When rains descend, and tempests rise,
Till the sun clears the air ; and then
Crawls back neglected to his den.

So, when the war has rais'd a storm,
I've seen a Snake in human form,
All stain'd with infamy and vice,
Leap from the dunghill in a trice,
Burnish, and make a gaudy show,
Become a general, peer, and beau,
Till peace has made the sky ferene;
Then shrink into its hole again.
" All this we grant--why then look yonder.
“ Sure that must be a Salamander !”

Farther, we are by Pliny told,
This Serpent is extremely cold;
So cold, that put it in the fire,
'Twill make the very flames expire :
Besides, it spues a filthy froth
(Whether through rage or luft, or both)
Of matter purulent and white,
Which, happening on the skin to light,

And

And there corrupting to a wound,
Spreads leprosy and baldness round.

So I have seen a batter'd beau,
By age and claps grown cold as snow,
Whofe breath or touch, where-e'er he came,
Blew out love's torch, or chill'd the flame:
And should fome nymph, who ne'er was cruel,
Like Charlton cheap, or fam'd Du-Ruel,
Receive the filth which he ejects,
She soon would find the same effects,
Her tainted carcase to pursue,
As from the Salamander's spue ;
A dismal shedding of her locks,
And, if no leprosy, a pox.
• Then I'll appeal to each by-stander,
" If this be not a Salamandar?"

TO THE

E ARL OF PETERBOROW,

Who commanded the British forces in Spain.

MORDANTO fills the trump of fame,

The Christian worlds his deeds proclaim, And prints are crowded with his name.

In journies he outrides the post, Sits

up till midnight with his hoft, Talks politics, and gives the toast.

Knows every prince in Europe's face, Flies like a fquib from place to place, And travels not, but runs a race,

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From Paris gazette a-la-main, This day arriv’d, without his train, Mordanto in a week from Spain.

A messenger comes all a-reek Mordanto at Madrid to seek; He left the town above a week.

Next day the postboy winds his horn,
And rides through Dover in the morn:
Mordanto's landed from Leghorn.

Mordanto gallops on alone,
The roads are with his followers ftrown,'
This breaks a girth, and that a bone;

His body active as his mind,
Returning sound in limb and wind,
Except some leather loft behind.

A skeleton in outward figure,
His meagre corpfe, though full of vigour,
Would halt behind him, were it bigger.

So wonderful his expedition,
When you have not the least suspicion,
He's with you like an apparition.

Shines in all climates like a star;
In fenates bold, and fierce in war;
A land commander, and a tar :

Heroic actions early bred in,
Ne'er to be match'd in modern reading,
But by his name-lake Charles of Sweden.

ON ON THE UNION.

THE

queen

has lately lost a part
Of her ENTIRELY-ENGLISH * heart,
For want of which, by way of botch,
She piec'd it up again with scotch.
Blest revolution which creates
Divided hearts, united states !
See how the double nation lies,
Like a rich coat, with skirts of frize:.
As if a man, in making pofies,
Should bundle thistles up with roses.
Who ever yet a union saw
Of kingdoms without faith or law?
Henceforward let no statesinan dare
A kingdom to a ship compare ;
Left he should call our commonweal,
A vessel with a double keel :
Which, just like ours, new rigg’d and mann'd,
And

got about a league from land,
By change of wind to leeward side,
The pilot knew not how to guide.
So tofsing faction will o'erwhelm
Our crazy

double-bottom'd realm.

• The motto on queen Anne's coronation medal,

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ON

ON Mrs. BIDDY FLOYD,

Or, the RECEIPT to form a BEAUTY.

WHEN

HEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove intreat

To form fome Beauty by a new receipt,
Jove sent, and found, far in a country-scene,
Truth, innocence, good nature, look serene :
From which ingredients first the dextrous boy
Pick'd the demure, the awkward, and the coy.
The Graces, from the court did next provide
Breeding, and wit, and air, and decent pride :
These Venus cleans from every spurious grain
Of nice, coquet, affected, pert, and vain.
Jove mix'd up all, and his best clay.employ’d;
Then call'd the happy Composition Floyd.

APOLLO OUTWITTED.

To the Honourable Mrs. Finch, afterwards Countess of

WINCHELSEA, under her name of ARDELIA.

PHOEBUS, now shortening every shade,

Up to the northern tropic came,
And thence beheld a lovely maid,

Attending on a royal dame.
The god laid down his feeble rays,

Then lighted from his glittering coach;
But fenc'd his head with his own bays,

Before he durft the nymph approach.

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