Yet still so happy was his Fate,
He caught his Fish, and fav'd his Bait.

SID's Brethren of the conj'ring Tribe
A Circle with their Rod defcribe;
Which proves a magical Redoubt,
To keep mischievous Spirits out:
Sid's Rod was of a larger Stride,
And made a Circle thrice as wide;
Where Spirits throng'd with hideous Din;
And he stood there to take them in.
But when th' enchanted Rod was broke,
They vanish'd in a stinking Smoke,

ACHILLES' Sceptre was of Wood,
Like Sid's, but nothing near fo good:
Though down from Ancestors divine,
Tranfmitted to the Heroes Line,
Thence, thro' a long Defcent of Kings,
Came an Heir-loom, as Homer fings:
Tho' this Description looks so big,
That Sceptre was a faplefs Twig;
Which, from the fatal Day, when first
It left the Foreft, where 'twas nurs❜d,
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
Nor Leaf, nor Fruit, nor Bloffom bore.
Sid's Sceptre, full of Juice, did fhoot
In golden Boughs, and golden Fruit;
And he, the Dragon never fleeping,
Guarded each fair Hefperian Pippin.

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No Hobby Horfe, with gorgeous Top,
The dearest in Charles Mather's Shop,
Or glitt❜ring Tinfel of May-Fair,
Could with this Rod of Sid compare.

DEAR Sid, then why wer't thou so mad,
To break thy Rod like naughty Lad?
You should have kiss'd it in your Distress,
And then return'd it to your Mistress ;
Or made it a Newmarket Switch,
And not a Rod for thy own Breech.
But fince old Sid has broken this,
His next may be a Rod in PS.

ATLAS; or, the Minifter of State.

To the Lord-Treasurer OXFORD.

Written in the Year 1712.

ATLAS, we read in antient Song,

Was fo exceeding tall and ftrong,
He bore the Skies upon his Back,
Juft as a Pedlar doth his Pack :
But, as a Pedlar overprest
Unloads upon a Stall to reft;

Or,

Or, when he can no longer ftand,
Defires a Friend to lend a Hand,
So Atlas, left the pond'rous Spheres
Should fink, and fall about his Ears;
Got Hercules to bear the Pile,
That he might fit, and reft a while.

YET Hercules was not fo ftrong, Nor could have born it half so long.

GREAT Statesmen are in this Condition; And Atlas is a Politician:

A premier Minister of State;

Alcides one of fecond Rate.

Suppofe then Atlas ne'er fo wife,

Yet when the Weight of Kingdoms lies
Too long upon his 'fingle Shoulders,'
Sink down he muft, or find Upholders.

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S Thomas was cudgell'd one Day by his Wife, He took to the Street, and fled for his Life: Tom's three dearest Friends came by in the Squabble, And fav'd him at once from theShrew and the Rabble;

Then

Then ventur'd to give him some fober Advice-But, Tom is a Perfon of Honour so nice,

Too wife to take Counfel, too proud to take Warning, That he sent to all three a Challenge next Morning: Three Duels he fought, thrice ventur❜d his Life; Went home, and was cudgel'd again by his Wife,

CORINNA.

TH

Written in the Year 1712.

HIS Day, (the Year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd

the Midwife's Part;

Into the World Corinna fell,

And he endow'd her with his Art.

But Cupid with a Satyr comes;

Both foftly to the Cradle creep:

Both stroke her Hands, and rub her Gums,
While the poor Child lay fast asleep.

Then Cupid thus: This little Maid

Of Love fhall always speak and write And I pronounce (the Satyr faid)

The World shall feel her scratch, and bite,

Her

Her Talent fhe difplay'd betimes;

For in twice twelve revolving Moons, She feem'd to laugh, and squal in Rhimes, And all her Geftures were Lampoons.

At fix Years old, the fubtle Jade

Stole to the Pantry-Door, and found The Butler with my Lady's Maid;

And you may fwear the Tale went round.

She made a Song, how little Mifs

Was kifs'd and flobber'd by a Lad: And how when Master went to p-, Mifs came, and peep'd at all he had.

At twelve a Poet, and Coquette;

Marries for Love, half Whore, half Wife, Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in Debt:

Turns Auth'refs, and is Curll's for Life.

CADENUS