Where there are none, it ftands erect, To bend where golden mines were hid; The rod of Hermes was renown'd Sid's rod was flender, white, and tall, Sid's brethren of the conjuring tribe, Which proves a magical redoubt, To keep mischievous fpirits out. Sid's rod was of a larger ftride, And made a circle thrice as wide, Suppofed to allude to the Union. Where Where fpirits throng'd with hideous din, Thence, through a long descent of kings, Dear Sid, then, why wert thou so mad An eminent toyman in Fleet-ftreet. F 2 Or Or made it a Newmarket * fwitch, ATLAS; OR, THE MINISTER OF STATE. TO THE LORD TREASURER OXFORD. 1710. ATLAS, we read in ancient song, He bore the skies upon his back, Yet Hercules was not fo ftrong, A premier minister of state; Alcides one of second rate. Lor Godolphin is fatirized by Mr. Pope for a strong attach mente turf. See his Morai Effays. Suppole Suppofe then Atlas ne'er fo wife; Yet, when the weight of kingdoms lies A TOWN EC LOGUE. 1710. Scene, THE ROYAL EXCHANGE. CORYDON. NOW the keen rigour of the winter's o'er, around, made!S Through all the 'Change no wretch like me is found: Alas! the day, when I, poor heedlefs maid, Was to your rooms in Lincoln's-Inn betray'd; Then how you fwore, how many vows you Ye listening Zephyrs, that o'erheard his love, Waft the foft accents to the gods above. Alas! the day; for (O, eternal fhame!) I fold you handkerchiefs, and loft F 3 my fame. COR. COR. When I forget the favour you bestow'd, Red herrings shall be spawn'd in Tyburn Road; Fleet-ftreet transform'd become a flowery green, And mafs be fung where operas are seen. The wealthy cit, and the St. James's beau, Shall change their quarters, and their joys forego; Stock-jobbing, this, to Jonathan's fhall come, At the Groom Porter's, that, play off his plum. PHIL. But what to me does all that love avail, If, while I doze at home o'er porter's ale, Each night with wine and wenches you regale? My live-long hours in anxious cares are paft, And raging hunger lays my beauty waste. On templars fpruce in vain I glances throw, And with fhrill voice invite them as they go. Expos'd in vain my gloffy ribbands fhine, And unregarded wave upon the twine. The week flies round; and when my profit's known, I hardly clear enough to change a crown. COR. Hard fate of virtue, thus to be diftreft, Thou fairest of thy trade, and far the best! As fruitmens falls the fummer-market grace, And ruddy peaches them; as first in place Plum-cake is feen o'er fmaller pastry ware,. And ice on that; fo Phillis does appear In play-house and in park, above the rest Of belles mechanic, elegantly drest. PHIL. And yet Crepundia, that conceited fair, Amid her toys, affects a faucy air, And views me hourly with a scornful eye. COR. She might as well with bright Cleora vie. PHIL. With this large petticoat I strive in vain To hide my folly paft, and coming pain; |