That her Majesty stood in great need of a Tutor, 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; THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. 1711. HEN a holy black Swede, the fon of Bob *, Shall not fee one ‡ New-year's day in that year, • 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. 3 Windfor Windfor* and Briftow* then shall be Their Conyngs mark thou; for I have been told, 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) 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, 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 At twelve a wit and a coquette; TOLAND'S INVITATION to DISMAL, To dine with the CALVES-HEAD CLUB *. IF, dearest Difmal, you for once can dine 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. 5 Sufpend Sufpend a while your vain ambitious hopes, 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, Cholmondeley, when drunk, can never lose his wand; Will hardly fail; and there is room for more. But |