Imatges de pÓgina

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.


In the MODERN Taste.

Written in the Year 1733.


FLuttering spread thy purple pinions

, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions;

Nature must give way to art.


Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,

Nightly nodding o'er your Aocks,
my weary days consuming
All beneath yon flow’ry rocks.

III. Thus



Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping

Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth ; Him the boar in silence creeping,

Gor’d with unrelenting tooth.


Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers ;

Fair Discretion, string the lyre; Soothe my ever-waking slumbers ;

Bright Apollo lend thy choir.

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Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,

Arm'd in adamantine chains, Lead me to the crystal mirrors,

Wat'ring soft Elysian plains,


Mournful cypress, verdant willow,

Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hov’ring o'er my pillow,

Hear me pay my dying vows.

VII. Melan


Melancholy smooth Meander,

Swiftly purling in a round, On thy margin lovers wander,

With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd,

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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 all to shew their amity,
As in a general calamity.
A ball of new-dropt horse's dung,
Mingling with apples in the throng,
Said to the pippin plump and prim,
See, brother, how we apples swim.
Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting

An offer’d fee from Radcliff scorns :
Not for the worldwe dočtors, brother,
Must take no fees of one another.
Thus to a dean some curate sloven
Subscribes, dear Sir, your brother loving.
Thus all the footmen, shoe-boys, porters,
About St. James's, cry, We courtiers.
Thus H-e in the house will prate,
Sir, we the ministers of state.
Thus at the bar the blockhead Bettef-

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 brother Protestants and Christians,
As much as Hebrews and Philistines :
But in no other sense, than nature
Has made a rat our fellow-creature.
Lice from your body suck their food;
But is a louse your flesh and blood ?
Though born of human filth and sweat, it
May as well be said man did beget it.
But maggots in your nose and chin
As well may claim you for their kin.

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:

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