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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
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
roar, Avoid the rockson Britain's angry shore. They lie, alas! too easy to be found; For thee alone they lie the island round.
10. Fidit; tu,, nisi ventis
Debes ludibrum, cave.
Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis,
The Universal Passion, by which he means
Written in the Year 1726.
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.
+ Compton, the speaker at that time.
Where governors are good and wise ;
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.
affirm the present age
If these be of all crimes the worst,
The DOG and THIEF.
Written in the Year 1726.
into your door,
lain than you're,
Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,
But my mastereach day gives me bread;
here to steal,
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
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: