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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.

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A LOVE SONG

In the MODERN Tafte.

Written in the Year 1733

I.

Luttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart;

I a flave in thy dominions;
Nature muft give way to art.

II.

Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
See my weary days confuming
All beneath yon flow'ry rocks.

III. Thus

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III.

Thus the Cyprian goddefs weeping
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth;
Him the boar in filence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.

IV.

Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Difcretion, ftring the lyre;
Soothe my ever-waking flumbers;
Bright Apollo lend thy choir.

V.

Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elyfian 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,

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Thus when Philomela drooping
Softly feeks her filent mate,
See the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody refigns to fate.

On the words Brother-Proteftants, and Fellow-Chriftians, fo familiarly used by the advocates for the repeal of the Teft-A& in Ireland,

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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,
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 fwim.

Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting

corns,

An offer'd fee from Radcliff fcorns :
Not for the world-we doctors, brother,
Muft take no fees of one another.
Thus to a dean fome curate floven
Subfcribes, dear Sir, your brother loving.
Thus all the footmen, fhoe-boys, porters,
About St. James's, cry, We courtiers.
Thus H-e in the house will prate,
Sir, we the minifters of fate.

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,
Calls Ringleton his brother ferjeant.
And thus fanatic faints, though neither in
Doctrine nor discipline our brethren,

Are

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

Yet criticks may object, why not?
Since lice are brethren to a Scot:
Which made our fwarm of fects determine
Employments for their brother vermin.
But be they English, Irish, Scotish,
What proteftant can be fo fottifh,
While o'er the church these clouds are
gath'ring,

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:

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