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A Country-House of Dr. Sheridan,
In no very good Repair,
supposed Author and some of his Friends Spent a Summer in the Year 1725. • ET me thy properties explain,
A rotten cabbin dropping rain ; Chimnies with scorn rejecting smoak; Stool, tables, chairs, and bedsteds broke. Here elements have lost their uses, Air ripens not, nor earth produces; In vain we make poor Sheelah * toil, Fire will not roast, nor water boil. Through all the valleys, hills and plains, The goddess Want in triumph reigns: And her chief officers of state, Sloth, Dirt, and Theft around her wait.
An Irish name.
HORACE O DE XIV. BOOK I. .
Paraphrased, and inscribed to IRELAND.
Written in the Year 1725-6.
Poor floating ille, tost on ill-fortune's waves,
UNHAPPY ship, thou art return'd
in vain : New waves shall drive thee to the deep Look to thyself, and be no more the sport 2. Of giddy winds, but make some friendly
1. O navis, referent in mare te novi
port. 3. Loft are thy oars, that us’d thy course to
guide, Like faithful counsellors on either side. 4. Thy mast, which like some aged patriot
wind. 5. Your cables burst, and you must quickly
feel The waves impetuous enter at your
keel. Thus, commonwealths receive a foreign
yoke, When the strong cords of union once
2.- Fortiter occuta
Malus celeri saucius Africo.
-Ac fine funibus
6. Torn by a sudden tempest is thy fail,
Expanded to invite a milder.gale.
Aswhen some writer in a public cause, His pen to save, a sinking nation draws, While all is calm, his arguments prevail; The people's voice expands his paper fail; 'Till pow'r, discharging all her formy
bags, Flutters the feeble pamphlet into rags. The nation scar'd, the author dooin'd to
death, Whofondly put his trust in pop’lar breath.
A larger sacrifice in vain you vow; 7. There's not a pow'rabove will help you
A nation thus, who oft heaven's call
neglects, In vain from injur'd heaven reliefexpects.
'Twill not avail, when they strong sides
Sylvæ filia nobilis.
Or, when your name, your family you
paigns : Yet from an empress now a captive
grown, She sav'd Britannia's rights, and lost her
9. In fhips decay'd no mariner confides,
Lur'd by the gilded stern and painted
Yet at a ball unthinking fools delight
rav'd, And quite forgot their country was en