Why should they want the pr vilege of men, Nor take some small diversions now and then ? Had women been the makers of our laws (And why they were not I can see no cause); The men should slave at cards from morn to night; And female pleasures be to read and write. A LO V E S O N G In the MODERN Taste. Written in the Year 1733. I. FLuttering spread thy purple pinions , Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your Aocks, III. Thus See III. Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth ; Him the boar in silence creeping, Gor’d with unrelenting tooth. IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers ; Fair Discretion, string the lyre; Soothe my ever-waking slumbers ; Bright Apollo lend thy choir. Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, Arm'd in adamantine chains, Lead me to the crystal mirrors, Wat'ring soft Elysian plains, VI. Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hov’ring o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows. VII. Melan VII. Melancholy smooth Meander, Swiftly purling in a round, On thy margin lovers wander, With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd, УЦІ. . Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her filent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping; Melody resigns to fate On the words Brother-Protestants, and Fellow-Christians, fo familiarly used by the advocates for the repeal of the Test-A& in Ireland, Written in the Year 1733. N inundation, says the fable, O'erflow'da farmer's barn andstable; Whole ricks of hay and stacks of corn Were down the sudden current born; While things of heterogeneous kind Together float with tide and wind. The generous wheat forgot its pride, And sail'd with litter side by side ; Uniting Uniting all to shew their amity, corns, worth, Though half a crowno'erpays his sweat's worth, Whoknows in law nor text nor margent, Calls Ringleton his brother serjeant. And thus fanatic faints, though neither in Doctrine nor discipline our brethren, Are 1 Are brother Protestants and Christians, Yet criticks may obje&, wńy not? Since lice are brethren to a Scot: Which made our swarm of seets determine Employments for their brother vermin. But be they English, Irish, Scotish, What protestant can be so fottish, While o'er the church these clouds are gath'ring, To call a swarm of lice his brethren? As Mofes, by divine advice, In Egypt turn’d the dust to lice; And as our fects, by all descriptions, Have hearts more harden'd than Egytians; As from the trodden duft they spring, And, turn’d to lice, infest the king: |