When tradesmen have gold, By day and by night for to rob him: No robber will touch, The little black-guard, Who gets very hard His half-pence for cleaning your fhoes: Here's half-pence in plenty, When your pocket cries chink, You are grown plaguy rich on a fudden. You will be my thankers, * 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. I muft die like an afs; A N EPIGRAM ON WOOD's BRASS-MONEY. C ART'RET was welcom'd to the Firft with the brazen cannons roar, 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. Cc 3 In L In ENGLISH. ESBIA for ever on me rails, 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, We comb the wool, refine the ftuff; * 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: 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, Ev'ry error I could find Through the mazes of your mind, Cc4 Thefe |