But for the Politicks of J Pue, Thinks every Syllable is true. And fince he owns the King of Sweden Now all his Hopes are in the Czar; Why, Muscovy is not fo far; "Down the Black-Sea, and up the Streights, And in a Month he's at your Gates: Perhaps from what the Packet brings "By Christmas we fhall fee ftrange Things." WHY fhould I tell of Ponds and Drains, To choak the Girls, and to confuine a Rabble? How prone to change is human Life; Laft Night arriv'd ↑ Clem and his Wife This grand Event hath broke our Measures; Their Reign began with cruel Seizures: The Bed in which thefe Tyrants lie: N 2 Nim A Tory News-Writer. +Mr. Clement Barry. Nim loft his Wig-Block, Dan his Jordan; (My Lady fays fhe can't afford one) For Clem gets all the tiny Bits. Which causes many Speculations. APOLLO to the DEAN. R Written in the Year 1720. IGHT Trufty, and fo forth,-We let you to We are very ill us'd by you Mortals below. Tho' I know nothing on't, it is I that makes Gold, Which when you have got, you so carefully hide it, fo That fince I was born, I hardly have spy'd it. Then it must be allow'd, that when ever I thině, I forward the Grass, and I ripen the Vine; To : To me the good Fellows apply for Relief, Yet their Wine and their Victuals these Curmud Lock up from my Sight, in Cellars and Cupboards. I alone can inspire the poetical Croud: This is gratefully own'd by each Boy in the College, This ev'ry Pretender to Rhime will admit, t Without troubling his Head about Judgment or Thefe Gentlemen ufe me with Kindness and/ for their Works, when I please I may read They lie open on purpofe on Counters and Stalls, On On Tuesday the Tenth feditionfly came, That the stopt in her Course to look at them both : That her Eyes were as bright as my self at Noonday, But her graceful black Locks were mingled with grey. And by the Defcription I certainly know, 'Tis the Nymph that I courted fome ten Years ago; again; Wherein she distinctly could read e'ry Line, And prefently guefs'd the Fancy was mine. Now you fee, why his Verfes fo feldom are fhewn; He knows very well, I ne'er A gave a Refusal, When he ask'd for my Aid in the Forms that are ufual: But the Secret is this. I did lately intend To write a few Verses on you, as my Friend: I ftudied |