For what is understood by Fame
Befides the getting of a Name?
But e'er fince Men invented Guns,

A diff'rent Way their Fancy runs :

To paint a Hero, we enquire

For fomething that will

conquer Firé.

Would you describe Turenne or Trump,

Think of a Bucket, or a Pump.

Are these too low?

Call my Lord Cutts, a Salamander.

"Tis well:

then find out grander,

But fince we live among

Detractors with an evil Tongue,

Who may object against the Term;
Pliny fhall prove what we affirm :

Pliny fhall prove, and we'll apply,
And I'll be judg'd by Standers-by.

FIRST then, our Author has defin'd
This Reptile of the Serpent Kind,
With gaudy Coat and shining Train,
But loathfome Spots his Body ftain :
Out from fome Hole obfcure he flies,
When Rains defcend, and Tempefts rife
Till the Sun clears the Air; and then
Crawls back, neglected, to his Den.

So

So when the War has rais'd a Storm;
I've seen a Snake in human Form,
All ftain'd with Infamy and Vice,
Leap from the Dunghill in a Trices
Burnish and make a gaudy Show,
Become a General, Peer, and Beau;
Till Peace hath made the Sky ferene,
Then shrink into its Hole again,

All this we grant - why then look yonder
Sure that must be a Salamander.

FARTHER We are by Pliny told,
This Serpent is extreamly cold;
So cold, that put it in the Fire,
"Twill make the very Flames expire:
Befide it fpews a filthy Froth,

(Whether thro' Rage, or Luft, or both,)
Of Matter purulent and white,

Which happening on the Skin to light,
And there corrupting to a Wound,
Spreads Leprofy and Baldness round.

So have I seen a batter'd Beau,
By Age and Claps grown cold as Snow,

Whole

Whofe Breath, or Touch, where'er he came,

Blew out Love's Torch, or chill'd the Flame:
And should some Nymph, who ne'er was cruel,
Like Carleton cheap, or fam'd Du Ruel,
Receive the Filth which he ejects;

She foon would find the fame Effects
Her tainted Carcass to pursue,
As from the Salamander's Spue :
A difmal Shedding of her Locks,
And, if no Leprofy, a Pox,

Then I'll appeal to each By-ftander,
If this be not a Salamander?

ON

Mrs. BIDDY FLOYD.

WH

Written in the Year 1707.

HEN Cupid did his Grandfire Jove intreat, To form fome Beauty by a new Receipt; Jove fent and found far in a Country Scene, Truth, Innocence, Good-Nature, Look ferene:

From

From which Ingredients, firft the dext'rous Boy Pick'd the Demure, the Aukward, and the Coy : The Graces from the Court did next provide Breeding, and Wit, and Air, and decent Pride. Thefe Venus cleans'd from ev'ry fpurious Grain Of Nice, Coquet, Affected, Pert, and Vain. Jove mix'd up all, and his best Clay employ'd Then call'd the happy Compofition Floyd.

APOLLO Outwitted.

To the Honourable Mrs. Finch, (fince Countess of Winchelfea,) under the Name of Ardelia.

Written in the Year 1707.

HOEBUS now fhort'ning every Shade,

PHO

Up to the Northern Tropick came,

And thence beheld a lovely Maid

Attending on a Royal Dame.

VOL. II.

C

The

The God laid down his feeble Rays;

Then lighted from his glitt'ring Coach; But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays

Before he durft the Nymph approach.

Under thofe facred Leaves, fecure
From common Lightning of the Skies,

He fondly thought he might endure
The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes.

The Nymph, who oft had read in Books,
Of that bright God whom Bards invoke,
Soon knew Apollo by his Looks,

And guess'd his Business e'er he spoke.

He in the old Celestial Cant,

Confefs'd his Flame, and fwore by Styx, Whate'er she would defire, to grant;

But wife Ardelia knew his Tricks.

Ovid had warn'd her to beware

Of ftroling Gods, whofe ufual Trade is, Under Pretence of taking Air,

To pick up Sublunary Ladies.

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