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A messenger comes all a-reek Mordanto at Madrid to seek : He left the town above a week.
Next day the post-boy winds his horn, And rides through Dover in the morn: Mordanto's landed from Leghorn.
Mordanto gallops on alone,
His body active as his mind, Returning found in limb and wind, Except fome leather loft behind.
A skeleton in outward figure,
So wonderful his expedition,
Shines in all climates like a star;
Heroic actions early bred in, Ne'er to be match'd in modern reading, But by his name-fake Charles
Charles of Sweden.
The Fable of MIDAS:
Written in the Year 1712.
IDAS, we are in story told,
* The dean, though he did the third or fourth. The first, not much change the natural fourth and eighth verses are, order of words, was yet very among others, exainples of this exact in his versification ; but rule, which will be illustrated it may be remarked that verses by changing the structure fo of eight syllables are never har- as to remove the accent from monious, if the accent be placed the first syllable to the secondo on the first and not repeated till If instead of,
Glitter'd, like spangles on the ground : the fourth verse be read,
Like spangles glitter'd on the ground: the ear will easily determine second, the measure is not only which should be preferred : it harmonious, but acquires a is however true that when the peculiar force; the eleventh accent is placed on the first verse is of this kind, fyllable, and repeated at the
Untouch'd it pass'd between his grinders, which would be greatly enfeebled by changing it to,
It pass'd untouch'd between his grinders, though the cadence would still would fall on the second fylbe poetical, as the first accent lable.
He chip'd his bread; the pieces round
This fool had got a lucky hit ;
The god of wit, to shew his grudge,
And now the virtue of his hands Was loft among Paftolus' sands, Against whose torrent while he swims The golden scurf peels off his limbs : Fame spreads the news, and people travel From far to gather golden gravel; Midas, expos’d to all the jeers, Had lost his art, and kept his ears.
This tale inclines the gentle reader To think upon a certain leader ; To whom from Midas down descends' That virtue in the fingers ends. What else by perquisites are meant, By penfions, bribes, and three per cent, By places and commissions sold; And turning dung itself to gold? By starving in the midst of Itore As t'other Midas did before ?
None e'er did modern Midas chuse Subject or patron of his muse,
But found him thus their merit scan,
Besides it plainly now appears
But gold defiles with frequent touch ; There's nothing fouls the hand so much: And scholars give it for the cause Of British Midas' dirty paws ; Which while the senate strove to scour, They wash'd away the chemic power.
While he his utmost strength apply'd, To swim against the pop'lar tide, The golden spoils few off apace; Here fell a pension, there a place ;