It set the very tinkers mad The carpenters and joiners stood This coin how well could we employ it To those brave men that would destroy it, God prosper long our tradesmen then, May they be still such honest men, VERSES ON THE UPRIGHT JUDGE, WHO CONDEMNED THE DRAPIER'S PRINter. THE church I hate, and have good reason: I keep my gullet for the halter. ON THE SAME. In church your grandsire cut his throat; ON THE SAME. (THE JUDGE SPEAKS.) I'm not the grandson of that ass* Quin; This when my grandsire knew, they tell us he An alderman.-F. EPIGRAM. APRIL 1735. In answer to the Dean's Verses on his own Deafness, p. 350. WHAT though the Dean hears not the knell, HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XIV. PARAPHRASED, AND INSCRIBED TO IRELAND. THE INSCRIPTION. POOR floating isle, tost on ill fortune's waves, UNHAPPY ship, thou art returned in vain ;* O navis, referent in mare te novi 1726. 492 HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XIV. PARAPHRASED. Look to thyself, and be no more the sport As when some writer in a public cause A larger sacrifice in vain you vow; There's not a power above will help you now; †† ** Non tibi sunt integra lintea. ++ Non Dii, quos iterum pressa voces malo. 'Twill not avail, when thy strong sides are broke,* That thy descent is from the British oak; Or, when your name and family you boast, From fleets triumphant o'er the Gallic coast, Such was Ierne's claim, as just as thine, Her sons descended from the British line; Her matchless sons, whose valour still remains On French records for twenty long campaigns; Yet, from an empress now a captive grown, She saved Britannia's rights, and lost her own. In ships decay'd no mariner confides, † Lured by the gilded stern and painted sides: Yet at a ball unthinking fools delight, In the gay trappings of a birth-day night: They on the gold brocades and sattins raved, And quite forgot their country was enslaved. Dear vessel, still be to thy steerage just, ‡ Nor change thy course with every sudden gust; Like supple patriots of the modern sort. Who turn with every gale that blows from court. Weary and sea-sick when in thee confin'd, || Now for thy safety cares distract my mind; As those who long have stood the storms of state Retire, yet still bemoan their country's fate. Beware, and when you hear the surges roar, Avoid the rocks on Britain's angry shore. They lie, alas! too easy to be found; For thee alone they lie the island round. Quamvis Pontica pinus, Sylvæ filia nobilis + Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus. Debes ludibrium, cave. Nuper solicitum quæ mihi tædium, Vites æquora Cycladas, |