Why should they want the pr vilege of men, Nor take fome fmall diverfions now and then? Had women been the makers of our laws (And why they were not I can fee no cause); The men should flave at cards from morn to night; And female pleasures be to read and write. FI A LOVE SONG In the MODERN Tafte. Written in the Year 1733 I. Luttering spread thy purple pinions, I a flave in thy dominions; II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus 1 III. Thus the Cyprian goddefs weeping IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; V. Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, VI. Mournful cypress, verdant willow, VII. Melan VII. Melancholy smooth Meander, ущ. Thus when Philomela drooping On the words Brother-Proteftants, and Fellow-Chriftians, fo familiarly used by the advocates for the repeal of the Teft-A& in Ireland, A Written in the Year 1733. N inundation, fays the fable, O'erflow'da farmer's barn andftable; Whole ricks of hay and stacks of corn Were down the fudden current born; While things of heterogeneous kind Together float with tide and wind. The generous wheat forgot its pride, And fail'd with litter fide by fide; Uniting Uniting all to fhew their amity, A ball of new-dropt horse's dung, Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting corns, An offer'd fee from Radcliff fcorns : Thus at the bar the blockhead Bettef worth, Though half a crown o'erpays his fweat's worth, Who knows in law nor text nor margent, Are Are brother Proteftants and Chriftians, Yet criticks may object, why not? To call a fwarm of lice his brethren? As Mofes, by divine advice, In Egypt turn'd the duft to lice; And as our fects, by all descriptions, Have hearts more harden'd than Egytians; As from the trodden duft they fpring, And, turn'd to lice, infeft the king: |