But, as from the Windows the Ladies he fpy'd,
Like a Beau in the Box, he bow'd low on each Side;
And when his last Speech the loud Hawkers did
He swore from his Cart, it was all a damn'd Lye.
The Hangman for Pardon fell down on his Knee;
Tom gave him a Kick in the Guts for his Fee.
Then said, I must speak to the People a little,
But I'll fee you all damn'd before I will * whittle.
My honest Friend † Wild, may he long hold his Place,
He lengthen'd my Life with a whole Year of Grace.
Take Courage, dear Comrades, and be not afraid,
Nor flip this Occafion to follow your Trade.
My Confcience is clear, and my Spirits are calm,
And thus I go off without Pray'r-Book or Pfalm.
Then follow the Practice of clever Tom Clinch,
Who hung like a Hero, and never would flinch.
* A Cant Word for confeffing at the Gallows.
+ The noted Thief-Catcher.
On reading Dr. Young's Satyrs, called the Univerfal Paffion, by which he means Pride.
Written in the Year 1726.
F there be Truth in what you fing;
Such God-like Virtues in the King:
A* Minifter fo fill'd with Zeal
And Wisdom for the Common-weal:
If he who in the † Chair prefides,
So fteadily the Senate guides:
If others whom you make
your Theme;
Are Seconds in this glorious Scheme :
If ev'ry Peer whom you commend,
To Worth and Learning be a Friend.
If this be Truth, as you attest,
What Land was ever half fo bleft!
No Falfhood now among the Great,
And Tradesmen now no longer cheat;
Now on the Bench fair Juftice fhines,
Her Scale to neither Side inclines.
Now Pride and Cruelty are flown,
And Mercy here exalts her Throne.
For fuch is good Example's Power,
It does its Office ev'ry Hour,
Where Governors are good and wife,
Or else the truest Maxim lies;
For, fo we find, all antient Sages
Decree, that ad exemplum Regis,
Through all the Realm his Virtues run,
Rip'ning and kindling like the Sun.
If this be true, then how much more.
When you have named at least a Score
Of Courtiers, each in their Degree
If poffible as good as he.
Or, take it in a diff'rent View:
I ask, if what you say be true,
If you affirm the prefent Age
Deferves your Satyr's keenest Rage
If that fame Univerfal Paffion.
With ev'ry Vice hath fill'd the Nation:
If Virtue dares not venture down
A fingle Step below the Crown:
If Clergymen, to fhew their Wit,
Praife Clafficks more than Holy Writ
If Bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the Senate-house can run ;
And fell their Votes at fuch a Rate
As will retrieve a loft Estate.
If Law be such à partial Whore,
To fpare the Rich, and plague the Poor.
If these be of all Crimes the worst;
What Land was ever half fo curft?
Sent by Dr. Delany to Dr. S―t, in order to be admitted to speak to him.
Written about the YEAR 1724.
EAR Sir, I think 'tis doubly hard
Your Ears and Doors fhou'd both be barr'd
Can any thing be more unkind?
Muft I not fee, 'caufe you are blind?
Methinks, a Friend at Night shou'd cheer you,
A Friend that loves to fee and hear you:
Why am I robb'd of that Delight?
When you can be no Loser by't.
Nay, when 'tis plain, for what is plainer?
That, if you heard you'd be no Gainer.
For fure you are not yet to learn,
That Hearing is not your Concern.
Then be your Doors no longer barr'd,
Your Bufinefs, Sir, is to be heard.
HE Wife pretend to make it clear, 'Tis no great Lofs to lose an Ear; Why are we then fo fond of two? When by Experience one will do.
'Tis true, fay they, cut off the Head, And there's an End; the Man is dead;
None e'er was known to have a Brace.
But confidently they maintain,
That, where we find the Members twain,
The Lofs of one is no fuch Trouble,
Since t'other will in Strength be double;
The Limb furviving, you may swear,
Becomes his Brother's lawful Heir:
Thus, for a Tryal, let me beg of
Your Rev'rence, but to cut one Leg off,
And you shall find by this Device,
The t'other will be ftronger twice;
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