As those who long have stood the Storms of State,
Retire, yet ftill bemoan their Country's Fate.
Beware, and when you hear the Surges roar,
Avoid the Rocks on Britain's angry Shore :
They lye, alas! too eafy to be found,
For thee alone they lye the Island round.

Clever Tom Clinch going to be hanged.

Written in the Year 1726.

S clever Tom Clinch, while the Rabble was bawling,

Α As

Rode stately through Holbourn, to die in his Calling; He stopt at the George for a Bottle of Sack,

And promis'd to pay for it when he'd come back. His Waistcoat and Stockings, and Breeches were white,

His Cap had a new Cherry Ribbon to ty't,

The Maids to the Doors and the Balconies ran,
And faid, lack-a-day! he's a proper young Man.
But, as from the Windows the Ladies he fpy'd,
Like a Beau in the Box, he bow'd low on each Side;
And when his last Speech the loud Hawkers did cry,
He swore from his Cart, it was all a dainn'd Lye.
The Hangman for Pardon fell down on his Knee;
Tom
gave him a Kick in the Guts for his Fee.

Then

Then faid, I must speak to the People a little,
But I'll fee you all damn'd before I will* Whittle.
My honest Friend+Wild, may he long hold his Place,
He lengthen'd my Life with a whole Year of Grace.
Take Courage, dear Comrades, and be not afraid,
Nor flip this Occafion to follow your Trade.

My Confcience is clear, and my Spirits are calm,
And thus I go off without Pray'r-Book or Pfalm.
Then follow the Practice of clever Tom Clinch,
Who hung like a Hero, and never would flinch.

* A Cant Word for confeffing at the Gallows. The noted Thief-Catcher.

On reading Dr. YOUNG's Satyrs, called the Univerfal Paffion, by which he means Pride,

Written in the Year 1726.

F there be Truth in what you fing;
Such God-like Virtues in the King;

A & Minifter fo fill'd with Zeal

And Wisdom for the Common-weal;

If he who in the || Chair prefides,

So fteadily the Senate guides,

If

SWALPOLE, who was made Earl of ORFORD in the Year

1741.

COMPTON, the Speaker, created Lord WILMINGTON, Baron of WILMINGTON in the Year 1727, and made Viscount PEVENSEY and Earl of WILMINGTON in 1730.

If others whom you make your Theme;
Are Seconds in this glorious Scheme:
If ev'ry Peer whom you commend,
To Worth and Learning be a Friend.
If this be Truth, as you atteft,
What Land was ever half fo bleft!
No Falfhood now among the Great,
And Tradefmen now no longer cheat;
Now on the Bench fair Justice fhines,
Her Scale to neither Side inclines,
Now Pride and Cruelty are flown,
And Mercy here exalts her Throne.
For fuch is good Example's Pow'r,
It doth its Office ev'ry Hour,
Where Governors are good and wife,
Qr, elfe the trueft Maxim lies;

For fo we find, all antient Sages

Decree, that ad exemplum Regis.

Through all the Realm his Virtues run,
Rip'ning and kindling like the Sun.
If this be true, then how much more,
When you have nam'd at least a Score
Of Courtiers, each in their Degree,
If poffible, as good as he.

OR, take it in a diff'rent View:
I afk, if what you fay be true,

If

you affirm the prefent Age Deferves your Satyr's keenest Rage:

If that fame Univerfal Paffion,

With ev'ry Vice hath fill'd the Nation:

If Virtue dares not venture down
A fingle Step below the Crown:
If Clergymen, to fhew their Wit,
Praise Clafficks more than Holy Writ:
If Bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the Senate-houfe can run;
And fell their Votes at fuch a Rate
As will retrieve a loft Eftate :

If Law be fuch a partial Whore,

To fpare the Rich, and plague the Poor,
If these be of all Crimes the worft;

What Land was ever half so curft?

On feeing Verfes written upon Windows

TH

in Inns.

Written in the Year 1726.

HE Sage, who faid he should be proud
Of Windows in his Breaft;

Because he ne'er one Thought allow'd
That might not be confeft:

His Window scrawl'd by ev'ry Rake,

His Breast again would cover, And fairly bid the D-1 take

The Di'mond and the Lover.

ANOTHER.

B

ANOTHER.

Y Satan taught, all Conj'rers know
Your Mistress in a Glafs to fhow,

And, you can do as much :

In this the Dev'l and you agree;

None e'er made Verfes worse than he,

And thine I fwear are fuch.

THAT

ANOTHER.

WHAT Love is the Devil, I'll prove when requir'd;

These Rhimers abundantly fhew it;

They swear that they all by Love are infpir'd,
And, the Devil's a damnable Poet.

ANOTHER.

HE Church and Clergy here, no doubt,

TH

Are very near a-kin;

Both, Weather-beaten are without;

And empty both within.

To