But, he durft not so much as once open his Lips,
And, the Doctor was plaguily down in the Hips.

Till she heard the Dean call, Will your Ladyfkip walk?

Her Ladyship answers, I'm just coming down; Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a Frown, Altho' it was plain, in her Heart she was glad,

Cry'd, Huzzy, why fure the Wench is

gone

mad:

How cou'd thefe Chimeraes get into your Brains?-Come hither, and take this old Gown for your

Pains.

But the Dean, if this Secret shou'd come to his Ears, Will never have done with his Gibes and his Jeers: For your Life, not a Word of the Matter, I charge

ye:

Give me but a Barrack, a Fig for the Clergy.

HORACE,

HORACE, Book I. ODE XIV.

O navis, referent, &c.

Paraphrased and Inscribed to IRELAND.

Written in the Year 1726.

The INSCRIPTION.

Poor floating Ile, toft on ill Fortune's Waves,
Ordain'd by Fate to be the Land of Slaves:
Shall moving Delos now deep-rooted stand,
Thou, fixt of old, be now the moving Land?
Altho' the Metaphor be worn and ftale,
Betwixt a State, and Veffel under Sail;

Let me fuppofe thee for a Ship a while,

And thus addrefs thee in the Sailor Stile.

NHAPPY Ship, thou art return'd in

UNH

vain:

New Waves fhall drive thee to the Deep again.

1. O navis, referent in mare te novi

Fluctus.

Look

Look to thy felf, and be no more the Sport

2. Of giddy Winds, but make fome friendly Port, 3. Loft are thy Oars that us'd thy Course to guide, Like faithful Counsellors on either Side.

4. Thy Maft, which like fome aged Patriot ftood
The fingle Pillar for his Country's Good,
To lead thee, as a Staff directs the Blind,
Behold, it cracks by yon rough Eastern Wind,
Your Cables burst, and you must quickly feel
The Wayes impetuous entring at your Keel.

5.

Thus, Commonwealths receive a foreign Yoke, When the strong Cords of Union once are broke, 6. Torn by a fudden Tempeft is thy Sail,

Expanded to invite a milder Gale,

As when fome Writer in a publick Cause,
His Pen to fave a finking Nation draws,

7.

While all is Calm, his Arguments prevail,

The People's Voice expand his Paper Sail;
"Till Pow'r discharging all her ftormy Bags,
Flutters the feeble Pamphlet into Rags.

The Nation fcar'd, the Author doom'd to Death,
Who fondly put his Truft in pop'lar Breath.

A LARGER Sacrifice in vain you vow; There's not a Pow'r above will help you now; A Nation thus, who oft Heav'ns Call negle&s, In vain from injur'd Heav'n Relief expects.

8. "TWILL not avail, when thy ftrong Sides are broke,

That thy Descent is from the British Oak:
Or when your Name and Family you boast,
From Fleets triumphant o'er the Gallick Coaft.
Such was Ierne's Claim, as just as thine,
Her Sons defcended from the British Line;
Her matchlefs Sons; whofe Valour still remains
On French Records, for Twenty long Campains;

7. Non Dii, quos iterum pressa voces malo.
8. Quamvis Pontica pinus,

Sylve filia nobilis.

Yet

9.

Yet from an Empress, now a Captive grown,

She fav'd Britannia's Rights, and lost her own

IN Ships decay'd no Mariner confides,
Lur'd by the gilded Stern, and painted Sides.
Yet, at a Ball, unthinking Fools delight
In the gay Trappings of a Birth-Day Night:
They on the Gold Brocades and Satins rav'd,
And quite forgot their Country was enflav'd.

10. DEAR Vessel, still be to thy Steerage juft, Nor change thy Course with ev'ry fudden Guft Like fupple Patriots of the modern Sort,

Who turn with ev'ry Gale that blows from
Court.

WEARY and Sea-fick when in thee confin'd, Now, for thy Safety, Cares distract my Mind.

9. Nil pičlis timidus navita puppibus. 10. Fidit tu, nifi ventis

Debes ludibrium cave.

11. Nuper follicitum que mihi tadium,
Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis,
Interfufa nitentes

Vites aquera Cycladas,

As