AHARE, long had escap'd pursuing Hounds,
By often shifting into diftant Grounds;
Till, finding all his Artifices vain;
To fave his Life, he leapt into the Main.
But there, alas! he could no Safety find;
A Pack of Dog-fifh had him in the Wind:
He fcours away; and to avoid the Foe,
Defcends for Shelter to the Shades below,
There Cerberus lay watching in his Den,
(He had not seen a Hare the Lord knows when)
Out bounc'd the Maftiff of the triple Head;
Away the Hare with double Swiftnefs fled:
Hunted from Earth, and Sea, and Hell, he flies
(Fear lent him Wings) for Safety to the Skies.
How was the fearful Animal diftress'd!
Behold a Foe more fierce than all the reft:
Syrius, the fwifteft of the heav'nly Pack,
Fail'd but an Inch to feize him by the Back.
He fled to Earth, but first it coft him dear;
He left his Scut behind, and half an Ear.
THUS was the Hare purfu'd, tho' free from Guilt;
Thus Bob fhalt thou be maul'd, fly where thou wilt. Then, honeft Robin, of thy Corps beware:
Thou art not half fo nimble as a Hare:
Too pond'rous is thy Bulk to mount the Sky;
Nor can you go to Hell before you dye.
So keen thy Hunters, and thy Scent fo ftrong;
Thy Turns and Doublings cannot fave thee long.
Written in the Year 1731.
Y the juft Vengeance of incenfed Skies,
Poor Bishop Judas, late repenting, dies;
The Jews engaged him with a paultry Bribe,
Amounting hardly to a Crown a Tribe;
Which though his Confcience forc❜d him to restore,
(And, Parfons tell us, no Man can do more)
Yet, through Defpair, of God and Man accurft,
He loft his Bishoprick, and hang'd, or burst.
Those former Ages differ'd much from this:
Judas betray'd his Master with a Kifs:
But, fome have kifs'd the Gospel Fifty Times,
Whose Perjury's the least of all their Crimes:
Some, who can perjure through a two Inch Board;
Yet keep their Bishopricks, and 'fcape the Cord.
Like Hemp, which by a skilful Spinster drawn
To flender Threads, may fometimes pass for Lawn.
As antient Judas by Tranfgreffion fell,
And burst afunder e're he went to Hell;
So, could we fee a Set of new Iscariots,
Come headlong tumbling from their mitred Cha-
Each modern Judas perifh like the first;
Drop from the Tree with all his Bowels burst;
Who could forbear, that view'd each guilty Face,
To cry; Lo, Judas, gone to his own Place:
His Habitation let all Men forfake,
And, let bis Bishoprick another take.
Written in the Year 1733.
LUTT'RING fpread thy purple Pinions,
Gentle Cupid o'er my Heart;
I a Slave in thy Dominions;
Nature must give Way to Art.
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks;
See my weary Days confuming,
All beneath yon' flow'ry Rocks.
III.
Thus, the Cyprian Goddefs weeping,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth:
Him the Boar in Silence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting Tooth.
Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers;
Fair Discretion ftring the Lyre;
Sooth my ever-waking Slumbers:
Bright Apollo lend thy Choir.
Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine Chains,
Lead me to the Chrystal Mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elyfian Plains.
VI.
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's Brows,
Morpheus hov'ring o'er my Pillow,
Hear me pay my dying Vows.
Melancholy smooth Meander,
Swiftly purling in a Round,
On thy Margin Lovers wander,
With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd.
Thus, when Philomela drooping,
Softly feeks her filent Mate;
See the Bird of Juno stooping,
Melody refigns to Fate.
Written in the Year 1733.
LL Human Race would fain be Wits,
And Millions mifs, for one that hits.
Young's Univerfal Paffion, Pride,
Was never known to fpread fo wide.
Say, Britain, cou'd you ever boast,
Three Poets in an Age at most ?
Our chilling Climate hardly bears
A Sprig of Bays in Fifty Years:
While ev'ry Fool his Claim alledges,
As if it grew in common Hedges.
What Reafon can there be affign'd
For this Perverfeness in the Mind!
Brutes find out where their Talents lie:
A Bear will not attempt to fly :
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