Which lighting on th' Impoftor's Crown, B WOOD, an INSECT. Written in the Year 1725. Y long Observation I have understood, That three little Vermin are kin to Will Wood: The first is an Infect they call a Wood Loufe, That folds up itfelf in itself for a Houfe; As round as a Ball, without Head, without Tail, Inclos❜d Cap-a-pee in a strong Coat of Mail. And thus William Wood to my Fancy appears In Fillets of Brafs roll'd up to his Ears: And, over thefe Fillets he wifely has thrown, To keep out of Danger, * a Doublet of Stone. THE Loufe of the Wood for a Med'cine is us'd, Or fwallow'd alive, or fkilfully bruis'd, And, let but our Mother Hibernia contrive To fwallow Will, Wood either bruis'd or alive. She need be no more with the Jaundice poffeft, Or fick of Obstructions, and Pains in her Chest. THE third is an Infect we call a Wood-Worm, That lies in old Wood like a Hare in her Form: With *He was in Jayl for Debt. With Teeth or with Claws it will bite or will scratch, Because like a Watch it always cries Click: Then Woe be to those in the House who are fick : The Omen is broke, the Danger is over; The Maggot will dye, and the Sick will recover. Of a governing Statesman, or favourite Whore: For our Fear's at an End with the Death of the * A cant Word in Ireland, for a counterfeit Half-penny. HORACE, HORACE, Book I. Ode XIV. O navis, referent, &c. Paraphrased and infcribed to IRELAND. Written in the Year 1726. The INSCRIPTION. Poor floating Ifle, toft on ill Fortune's Waves, UNHA NHAPPY Ship thou art return'd in vain, New Waves fhall drive thee to the Deep again; Look to thy felf, and be no more the Sport 2 Of giddy Winds, but make fome friendly Port. 3 Loft are thy Oars that us'd thy Course to guide, Like faithful Counsellors on either Side. 4 Thy Maft, which like fome aged Patriot stood The fingle Pillar for his Country's Good, To lead thee, as a Staff directs the Blind, Behold, it cracks by yon rough Eastern Wind. 5 Your Cables burft, and you must quickly feel The Waves impetuous entering at your Keel. Thus, Common-wealths receive a foreign Yoke, When the strong Cords of Union once are broke, 6 Torn by a fudden Tempeft is thy Sail, Expanded to invite a milder Gale. As when fome Writer in a publick Cause, His Pen to fave a finking Nation draws, While all is calm, his Arguments prevail, The People's Voice expand his Paper Sail; 'Till Power discharging all her stormy Bags, Flutters the feeble Pamphlet into Rags. The Nation fcar'd, the Author doom'd to Death, Who fondly put his Truft in pop'lar Breath. A LARGER Sacrifice in vain you vow: 7 There's not a Pow'r above will help you now: A Nation thus, who oft Heav'n's Call neglects, In vain from injur'd Heav'n Relief expects. 6. Non tibi funt integra lintea. 7. Non Dii, quos iterum preffa voces malo. 8 'TWILL not avail, when thy ftrong Sides are broke, That thy Descent is from the British Oak: On French Records, for Twenty long Campaigns: Yet from an Empress now a Captive grown, She fav'd Britannia's Rights, and loft her own. 9 IN Ships decay'd no Mariner confides, Lur'd by the gilded Stern, and painted Sides. Yet, at a Ball, unthinking Fools delight In the gay Trappings of a Birth-Day Night: They on the Gold Brocades and Satins rav'd, And quite forgot their Country was enflav'd, 10 DEAR Veffel, ftill be to thy Steerage juft, Nor change thy Course with every fudden Guft; Like fupple Patriots of the modern Sort, Who turn with ev'ry Gale that blows from Court, II WEARY and Sea-fick when in thee confin'd, Now, for thy Safety, Cares diftract my Mind. 8. Quamvis Pontica pinus, Sylvæ filia nobilis.” 9. Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus : 10. Fidit tu, nifi ventis Debes ludibrium cave. II. Nuper follicitum quæ mihi tædium Vites æquora Cycladas. As |