When tradesmen have gold,
The thief will be bold,

By day and by night for to rob him:
My copper is fuch,

No robber will touch,
And fo you may daintily bob him.

The little black-guard,

Who gets very hard

His half-pence for cleaning your fhoes:
When his pockets are cramm'd
With mine and be d―'d,
He may swear he has nothing to lose.

Here's half-pence in plenty,
For one you'll have twenty,
Though thousandsare not worth a pudden.
Your neighbours will think,

When your pocket cries chink, You are grown plaguy rich on a fudden.

You will be my thankers,
I'll make you my bankers,
As good as Ben Burton or Fade:
For nothing fhall pafs

*

But my pretty brafs,

And then you'll be all of a trade.

* Two famous bankers.

I'm a fon of a whore

If I have a word more

To fay in this wretched condition.
If my coin will not pass,

I muft die like an afs;
And fo I conclude my petition.

A N

EPIGRAM

ON

WOOD's BRASS-MONEY.

C

ART'RET was welcom'd to the
fhore

Firft with the brazen cannons roar,
To meet him next the foldier comes,
With brazen trumps and brazen drums.
Approaching near the town, he hears
The brazen bells falute his ears:
But when Wood's brass began to found,
Guns, trumpets, drums, and bells were
drown'd.

ANO

A NOT HER.

On the D―e of C—s.

SB-s was the dean's familiar friend: a duke; their friendship

I James grows a

here muft end.

Surely the dean deferves a fore rebuke, From knowing James, to fay, he knows a duke.

GR

ANOTHER.

On Scolding.

REAT folks are of a finer mold; Lord! how politely they can scold; While a coarfe English tongue will itch For whore and rogue, and dog and bitch.

CATULLUS de LESBIA.

LESBIA mi dicit femper male; nec

tacet unquam

De me. Lefbia me, difpeream, nifi amat. Quo figno? quia funt totidem mea: depre

cor illam

Affiduè; verum, difpeream, nifi amo.

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In ENGLISH.

ESBIA for ever on me rails,
To talk of me fhe never fails,
Now hang me but, for all her art,
I find that I have gain'd her heart.
My proof is thus: I plainly fee,
The cafe is juft the fame with me;
I curfe her ev'ry hour fincerely,
Yet, hang me but I love her dearly.

Mr. JASON HASARD, a woolendi apier in Dublin, put up the sign of the Golden Fleece, and defired a motto in verfe.

CASON, the valiant prince of Greece,
From Colchos brought the golden
fleece;

We comb the wool, refine the ftuff;
For modern Jafons that's enough.
Oh! could we tame yon watchful* dragon,
Old Fafon would have lefs to brag on,

* England.

The

The AUTHOR's Manner of Living.

ON rainy days alone I dine

Upon a chick, and pint of wine.

On rainy days I dine alone,

And pick my chicken to the bone:
But this my fervants much enrages,
No fcraps remain, to fave board-wages,
In weather fine I nothing spend,
But often fpunge upon a friend:
Yet where he's not fo rich as I;
I pay my club, and so good b'y'-.

To a LADY, who defired the author to write fome verfes upon her in the heroic ftyle.

Written at London, in the Year 1726.

AF

FTER venting all my spight,
Tell me, what have I to write;

Ev'ry error I could find

Through the mazes of your mind,
Have my bufy mufe employ'd,
Till the company is cloy'd,
Are you pofitive and fretful,
Heedless, ignorant, forgetful ?

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