To the Earl of P----B▬▬▬w. Written in the Year 1726. MORDANTO JORDANTO fills the Trump of Fame, And Prints are crouded with his Name. IN Journeys he out-rides the Poft, Sits up till Midnight with his Hoft, Talks Politicks, and gives the Toast. KNOWS ev'ry Prince in Europe's Face, Flies like a Squib from Place to Place, And travels not, but runs a Race. FROM Paris Gazette A-la-main, This Day arriv'd without his Train, Mordanto in a Week from Spain. A MESSENGER comes all a-reek, Mordanto at Madrid to feek: He left the Town above a Week. NEXT Day the Poft-boy winds his Horn, And rides through Dover in the Morn : Mordanto's landed from Leghorn. MORDANTO gallops on alone, The Roads are with his Foll'wers ftrown, His Body active as his Mind, A SKELETON in outward Figure, So wonderful his Expedition, r; SHINES in all Climates like a Star: ADVICE to the Grub-street VerfeWriters. YE Written in the Year 1726. E Poets ragged and forlorn, Not yet confign'd to Pafte; I know a Trick to make you thrive s Your ftill-born Poems fhall revive, Get Get all your Verfes printed fair, Then let them well be dry'd ; Could give him more Delight. When Pope has fill'd the Margins round, Sell them to Curl for Fifty Pound, Q The DOG and THIEF. Written in the Year 1726. UOTH the Thief to the Dog; let me into your Door, And I'll give you these delicate Bits: Quoth the Dog, I should then be more Villain than you're, And befides must be out of my Wits: Your delicate Bits will not ferve me a Meal, But my Master each Day gives me Bread; You'll fly when you get what you come here to steal, And I must be hang'd in your Stead. The The Stock-jobber thus, from Change-Alley goes down, And tips you the Freeman a Wink; Let me have but your Vote to ferve for the Town, And here is a Guinea to drink. Said the Freeman, your Guinea To-night would be spent, Your Offers of Bribery cease ; I'll vote for my Landlord, to whom I Or elfe, I may forfeit my Lease. pay Rent, From London they come, filly People to choufe, Their Lands and their Faces unknown; Who'd vote a Rogue into the Parliament-house, That would turn a Man out of his own? Dr. ST to Mr. POPE, while he was writing the Dunciad. Written in the Year 1726. POPE has the Talent well to speak, But not to reach the Ear, His loudeft Voice is low and weak, The Dean too deaf to hear. VOL. II. A A while they on each other look, Now Backs of Letters, though defign'd Each Atom by fome other ftruck, Yet to the Dean his Share allot; Thus, Pope, in vain you boast For, had our deaf Divine Been for your Converfation fit, You had not writ a Line. your Wit; Of * Sherlock thus, for Preaching fam'd, The Sexton reason'd well,. And justly half the Merit claim'd, Because he rang the Bell. STELLA's *N.B. Not the prefent Bishop of BANGOR, but his Father, who was Dean of St. Paul's; the Son being only famous for his en*ing Speech in the H- of L |