That her Majesty stood in great need of a Tutor,
And must have an old or a young Coadjutor :
For why; I would fain have put all in a flame,
Because, for fome reasons, I was Not-in-game.

Now my new benefactors have brought me about, And I'll vote against Peace, with Spain or without: Though the Court gives my nephews, and brothers, and cousins,

And all my whole family places by dozens;
Yet, fince I know where a full-purfe may be found,
And hardly pay eighteen-pence tax in the pound:
Since the Tories have thus difappointed my hopes,
And will neither regard my figures nor tropes;
I'll speech againft peace while Dismal's my name,
And be a true Whig, while I am Not-in-game.

THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. 1711.

HEN a holy black Swede, the fon of Bob *,
With a faint at his chin, and a seal † at his
fob,

Shall not fee one ‡ New-year's day in that year,
Then let old Englond make good cheer:

• Dr. John Robinson, bishop of Bristol, one of the plenipotentiaries at Utrecht.

+ He was dean of Windsor, and lord privy feal.

The New Style (which was not used in Great Britain and Ireland till 1752) was then obferved in moft parts of Europe. The bishop fet out from England the latter end of December O. S.; and, on his arrival at Utrecht, by the variation of the ftyle, he fouud january fomewhat advanced.

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Windfor

Windfor* and Briftow* then shall be
Joined together in the Low-countree *.
Then shall the tall black Daventry Bird †
Speak against peace right many a word;
And some shall admire his conying wit,
For many good groats his tongue shall flit.
But, fpight of the Harpy that crawls on all four,
There shall be peace, pardie, and war no more.
But Englond muft cry alack and well-a-day,
If the stick be taken from the dead fea.
And, dear Englond, if ought I understond,
Beware of Carrots ‡ from Northumberlond.
Carrots fown Thynne § a deep root may get,
If fo be they are in Somer fet:

Their Conyngs mark thou; for I have been told,
They affaffine when young, and poison when old.
Root out these Carrots, O thou **, whose-name
Is backwards and forwards always the fame;
And keep close to thee always that name,
Which backwards and †† forwards is almost the fame.
And, Englond, wouldst thou be happy still,
Bury thofe Carrots under a Hill ‡‡.

Alluding to the deanery and bishoprick being poffeffed by the fame perfon, then at Utrecht.

+ Earl of Nottingham.

The duchefs of Somerset.

Thomas Thynne of Longleate, efq; a gentleman of very great eftate, married the above lady after the death of her first husband, Henry Cavendish earl of Ogle, only fon to Henry duke of Newcaftle, to whom she had been betrothed in her infancy.

Count Koningsmark.

** ANNA.

1+ MASHAM.

‡‡ Lady Masham's maiden name was Hill.

EPIGRAM.

AS

S Thomas was cudgel'd one day by his wife, He took to the street, and fled for his life: Tom's three dearest friends came by in the fquabble, And fav'd him at once from the fhrew and the rabble; Then ventur'd to give him some sober advice But Tom is a person of honour fo nice,

Too wife to take counsel, too proud to take warning, That he fent to all three a challenge next morning: Three duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his life; Went home, and was cudgel'd again by his wife.

THIS day (the year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd the midwife's part;

Into the world Corinna fell,

And he endow'd her with his art.

But Cupid with a Satyr comes;

Both foftly to the cradle creep;

Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums,
While the poor child lay fast asleep.

Then Cupid thus: This little maid

Of Love shall always fpeak and write.

And I pronounce (the Satyr faid)

The world fhall feel her fcratch, and bite.

Her

Her talent fhe display'd betimes;

For in twice twelve revolving moons, She feem'd to laugh and fquall in rhymes, And all her geftures were lampoons.

At fix years old the fubtle jade

Stole to the pantry-door, and found The butler with my lady's maid:

And

you may

fwear the tale went round.

She made a fong, how little mifs
Was kifs'd and flobber'd by a lad:
And how when mafter went to p,
Mifs came, and peep'd at all he had.

At twelve a wit and a coquette;
Marries for love, half whore, half wife.
Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in debt;
Turns authorefs, and is Curll's for life.

TOLAND'S INVITATION to DISMAL,

To dine with the CALVES-HEAD CLUB *.
Imitated from HORACE, Lib. I. Epift. 5.

IF, dearest Difmal, you for once can dine
Upon a fingle dish, and tavern wine,

Toland to you this invitation fends,

To eat the calves-head with your trufty friends.

This poem, and that which follows it, are two of the penny papers mentioned in Swift's Journal to Stella, Aug. 7, 1712. They are here printed from folio copies in the Lambeth Library.

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Sufpend

Sufpend a while your vain ambitious hopes,
Leave hunting after bribes, forget your tropes.
To-morrow we our mystic feast prepare,
Where thou, our latest profelyte, shalt share :
When we, by proper figns and symbols, tell,
How, by brave hands, the royal traitor fell;
The meat shall represent the tyrant's head,
The wine his blood our predeceffors shed;
While an alluding hymn fome artist sings,
We toaft, "Confufion to the race of kings!"
At monarchy we nobly fhew our spite,

And talk, what fools call treason, all the night.

Who, by difgraces or ill-fortune funk, Feels not his foul enliven'd when he's drunk? Wine can clear up Godolphin's cloudy face, And fill Jack Smith with hopes to keep his place: By force of wine, ev'n Scarborough is brave, Hal grows more pert, and Somers not fo

grave:

Wine can give Portland wit, and Cleaveland sense,
Montague learning, Bolton eloquence:

Cholmondeley, when drunk, can never lose his wand;
And Lincoln then imagines he has land.
My province is, to fee that all be right,
Glaffes and linen clean, and pewter bright;
From our mysterious club to keep our spies,
And Tories (drefs'd like waiters) in difguife.
You shall be coupled as you beft approve,
Seated at table next the men you love.
Sunderland, Orford, Boyle, and Richmond's Grace,
Will come; and Hampden fhall have Walpole's place.
Wharton, unless prevented by a whore,

Will hardly fail; and there is room for more.

But