But, he durft not so much as once open his Lips, 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, 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 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, 7. While all is Calm, his Arguments prevail, The People's Voice expand his Paper Sail; The Nation fcar'd, the Author doom'd to Death, 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: 7. Non Dii, quos iterum pressa voces malo. 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, 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 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, Vites aquera Cycladas, As |