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Nor have I reason to complain,
Vain empty world, farewel. But hark, The loud Cerberian triple bark. And there-behold Alecto stand, A whip of scorpions in her hand. Lo, Charon from his leaky wherry Beck’ning to waft me o'er the ferry. I come, I come,—Medusa! see, Her serpents hiss direct at me. Begone; unhand me, hellish fry:
Avaunt—ye cannot say ’tis I.
* See Macbeth.
Dear Cally, thou must purge and bleed; I fear thou wilt be mad indeed. But now by friendship’s facred laws, I here conjure thee, tell the cause ; And Cælia's horrid fact relate : Thy friend would gladly share thy fate.
To force it out, my heart must rend: Yet when conjur’d by such a friendThink, Peter, how my soul is rackt! These eyes, these eyes, beheld the fact. Now bend thine ear, since out it must; But when thou seeft me laid in duft, The secret thou shalt ne'er impart, Not to the nymph that keeps thy heart (How would her virgin soul bemoan A crime to all her sex unknown !) Nor whisper to the tattling reeds The blackest of all female deeds; Nor blab it on the lonely rocks, Where Eche fits, and listening mocks; Nor let the Zephyrs' treacherous gale Through Cambridge waft the direful tale; Nor to the chattering feather'd race Discover Celia's foul disgrace. But if you fail, my spectre dread Attending nightly round your bed : Vol. VII. e
And yet I dare confide in
you: So take my secret, and adieu.
Nor wonder how I lost my wits : Oh ! Clia , Cælia, Cælia 16—*.
Written in the Year 1731.
BY Y the just vengeance of incensed skies Poor bifhop
fudas late repenting dies, The Jewsengag'd him with a paltry bribe, Amounting hardly to a crown a tribe; Which though his conscience forcd him
to restore (And parsons tell us, no man can do more), Yet through despair, of God and man
accurst, Helost his bishoprick,and hang’d or burst. Thofeformerages differ'd much from this; Judas betray'd his master with a kifs : But some have kiss’d the gospel fifty times, Whose perjury's the least of all their
Some who can perjure through a twoinch
board, Yet keep their bifhopricks, and 'scape the
cord. Like bemp, which, by a skilful spinster
drawn To Nender threads, may sometimes pass
As ancient Judas by trangreffion fell, And burst asunder ere he went to hell; So could we see a sett of new Iscariots Come headlong tumbling from their
mitred chariots; Each modern Judas perish like the first; Drop from the tree with all his bowels
On Mr. PULTENÉY's being put out
of the council.
Written in the Year 1731.
IR Robert*, weary'd by Will Pulteney's
teazings, Who interrupted him in all his leasings, Resolv'd that Will and he should meet no
more : Full in his face Bob shuts the council door; Nor lets him sit as justice on the bench To punish thieves, or lash a suburb wench. Yet ftill St. Stepben's chapel open
lies For Will to enter-what shall I advise? E'en quit the House, for thou too long
haft sat in't, Produce at last thy dormant ducal patent; There, near thy master's throne in shelter
plac'd, Let Will unheard by thee his thunder
waste. Yet ftill I fear your work is done but half: Forwhile he keeps hispen,your are not safe,
Hear an old fable, and a dull one too; It bears a moral, when apply'd to you. • Sir Robert ll'al; ole, then prime minister.