10. Dear vessel, still be to thy steeragejust, Nor change thy course with ev'ry sud

den gust: Like supple patriots of the modern fort, Who turn with ev'ry gale that blows

from court.

11. Weary and sea-sick when in thee

confin'd, Now for thy safety cares distract my

mind; Asthose, who long havestood the storms

of state, Retire, yet still bemoan their country's

fate. Beware, and when you hear the surges On reading Dr. YOUNG's Satires called

The Universal Passion, by which he means
Pride.

Written in the Year 1726.
IF

F there be truth in what you sing,

Such god-like virtues in the king; A minister* fo fill'd with zeal And wisdom for the common-weal: If het who in the chair presides So steadily the fenate guides : If others, whom you make your theme, Are seconds in this glorious scheme: If ev'ry peer, whom you commend, To worth and learning. be a friend: If this be truth, as you attest, What land was ever half so blert ? No falfhood now among the great, And tradesmen now no longer cheat; Now on the bench fair Justice shines; Her scale to neither side inclines : Now Pride and Cruelty are flown, And Mrcy here exalts her throne: For fuch is good-example’s power, It does its office ev'ry hour,

* Sir R. IValpole, late earl of Orford.

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+ Compton, the speaker at that time.

Where

Where governors are good and wise ;
Or else the trueít maxim lyes:
For so we find all ancient sages
Decree, that ad exemplum regis,
Through all the realm his virtues run,
Rip’ning and kindling like the sun.
If this be true, then how much more,
When

you

have nam'd at least a score Of courtiers, each in their degree, If possible, as good as he?

Or take it in a diff'rent view.
I ask (if what you say be true)
If
you

affirm the present age
Deserves your satire's keenest rage :
If that same universal passion
With ev'ry vice hath fill'd the nation :
If virtue dares not venture down
A single step beneath the crown :
If clergymen, to shew their wit,
Praise classicks more than holy writ:
If bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the senate-house can run,
And sell their votes at such a rate,
As will retrieve a loft estate :
If law be such a partial whore,
To spare the rich, and plague the poor:

If these be of all crimes the worst,
What land was ever half so curst?

The DOG and THIEF.

Written in the Year 1726.

QUOTH
UOTH the thief to the dog, let me

into your door,
And I'll give you these delicate bits.
Quoth the dog, I shall then be more vil-

lain than you're,
And besides must be out of my wits.

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Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,

But my mastereach day gives me bread;
You'll fly, when you get what you came

here to steal,
And I must be hang’d in your stead.

The stock-jobber thus from Change- Alley

goes down, And tips you the freeman a wink; Let me have but your vote to serve for the

town, And here is a guinea to drink.

Said the freeman, your guinea to-night

would be spent ; Your offers of bribery cease: I'll vote for my landlord, to whom I pay

rent, Or elfe I may forfeit my lease. From London they come filly people to

choufe, Their lands and their faces unknown : Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament

house, That would turn a man out of his own?

ADVICE to the GRUB-STREET

Verse-Writers:

Written in the Year 1726. YE poets ragged and forlorn,

Down from your garrets haste ; Ye rhymers dead as soon as born,

Not yet consign'd to paste,

I know a trick to make you thrive ;

O, 'tis a quaint device:
Your still-born poems shall revive,
And scorn to wrap up spice.

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