This aged, fickly, faplefs Thorn Which must alas no longer stand; Behold! the cruel Dean in Scorn Cuts down with facrilegious Hand, Dame Nature, when the faw the Blow, And Mother Tellus trembled fo The Silvan Pow'rs with Fear perplex'd, The Magpye, lighting on the Stock, The Owl forefaw in penfive Mood, To feek a more fecure Retreat. Laft Laft trotted forth the gentle Swine, To ease her Itch against the Stump, And difmally was heard to whine, All as she scrubb'd her měazly Rump. The Nymph, who dwells in every Tree; Thus, when the gentle Spina found But from the Root a difmal Groan And in a fhrill revengeful Tone, This Prophecy he trembling hears. "Thou chief Contriver of my Fall, 86 " And "And thy confed'rate Dame, who brags "That the condemn'd me to the Fire, Shall rent her Petticoats to Rags, "And wound her Legs with ev'ry Bry'r. Nor thou, Lord * Arthur, fhalt escape: "To thee I often call'd in vain, "Against that Affaffin in Crape, "Yet thou could'ft tamely fee me flain. "Nor, when I felt the dreadful Blow, Since you could fee me treated fo, "An old Retainer to your House. "May that fell Dean, by whofe Command "Pigs and Fanaticks, Cows, and Teagues Sir Arthur Achefon And And thou the Wretch ordain'd by Fate, "Neal Gaghagan, Hibernian Clown, "With Hatchet blunter than thy Fate, "To hack my hallow'd Timber down; "When thou, fufpended high in Air, Dy'ft on a more ignoble Tree, (For thou shalt fteal thy Landlord's Mare) JOAN cudgels NE D. Written in the Year 1723: OAN cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a Bully: JOAN cudgels Ned, This This Poem was printed fome Years ago, and it should feem by the late Failure of two Bankers to be Somewhat prophetick, it was therefore thought fit to be reprinted. The Run upon the Bankers. Written in the Year 1720. 1. HE bold Encroachers on the Deep, TH Gain by Degrees huge Tracts of Land, "Till Neptune with one gen'ral Sweep, Turns all again to barren Strand, II. The Multitude's capricious Pranks Breaking the Bankers and the Banks, Refume their own whene'er they please. Money; |