Drown your morals, madam cries,
I'll have none but forward eyes;
Prudes decay'd about may tack,
Strain their necks with looking back;
Give me time when coming on:
Who regards him when he's gone?
By the dean though gravely told,
New years help to make me old;
Yet I find a new year’s lace
Burnishes an old year's face :
Give me velvet and quadrille,
I'll have youth and beauty still.

DRAPIE R's HIL L. *

Written in the Year 1730.

W

give the world to understand, Cur thriving dean has purchas’d

land;

A purchase, which will bring him clear
Above his rent four pounds a year;
Provided, to improve the ground
He will but add two hundred pound,

* The dean gave this name, tween that and Market-bill, to a farm called Drumlack, and intended to build an houle which he took of Sir Arthur upon it, but afterwardschansAcheson, whose seat lay be- ed his mind.

And

And from his endless hoarded store
To build a house five hundred more,
Sir Arthur too shall have his will,
And call the mansion Drapier's hill :
That when a nation, long enslav’d,
Forgets by whom it once was fav’d;
When none the Drapier’s praise shall sing;
His signs aloft no longer swing;
His medals and his prints forgotten,
And all his * handkerchiefs are rotten;
His famous Letters made waste paper;
This hill may keep the name of Drapier ;
In spight of envy, flourish still,
And DRAPIER's vie with Cooper's hill.

* Medals were caft, many honour of the author, under figns hung up, and handker- the name of M. B. Drapier, chiefs made with devices, in

The

The Grand Question debated.

WHETHER

Hamilton's *Bawn should be turned into a

Barrack or a Malt-House..

Written in the Year 1729.

full of care,

TH

"HUS spoke to my lady the knight Let me have your advice in a weighty

affair. This f Hamilton's bawn, whilst it sticks

on my hand, I lose by the house what I get by the

land; But how to dispose of it to the best bid

der, For a § barrack or malt-house, we now

First, let me suppose I make it a malt

house, Here I have computed the profit will fall

t'us; There's nine hundred pounds for labour

and grain, I increase it to twelve, so three hundred

remain; A handsome addition for wine and good

chear, Three dishes a day, and three hogsheads a .

year :

With a dozen large vessels my vault shall

be stor’d; Nolittle scrubjoint shall come on my board: And you and the dean no more shall com

bine To stint me at night to one bottle of wine: Norshall I, for his humour, permit you to

purloin

A stone and a quarter of beef from my fir

loin. If I make it a barrack, the crown is my

tenant ; My dear, I have ponder'd again and again In poundage and drawbacks I lose half my

rent, Whatever they give me, I must be content, Or join with the court in ev'ry debate; And rather than that I would lose my

eftate.

Thus ended the knight : thus began his

meek wife; It must, and it shall be a barráck, my life. . I'm grown a meer mopus; no company

comes, But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull

*Rums. With parsons what lady can keep herself

clean! I'm all over daub'd when I sit by the dean. But if you will give us a barrack, my dear, The captain, I'm sure, will always come

here;

I then shall not value his deanship a straw, For the captain, I warrant, will keep him

in awe ;

Or should he pretend to be brisk and alert, Will tell him that chaplains should not be

so pert;