Bright Goddeffes, in Number five; Now fing the Minister of State, Of Wit and Learning chief Protector; You chufe to rule the fable Flock! Now Learning, Valour, Virtue, Senfe. Unus bomo nobis Cunetando reftituit rem St. St. George beheld thee with Delight, When on thy Breaft and Sides Herculean, SAY, Poet, in what other Nation, Attend ye Popes and Youngs, and Gays, You cannot err on Flatt'ry's Side. You ftill are low ten thousand Mile. 'Tis fifty thousand Times below it, TRANSLATE me now fome Lines, if you can, From Virgil, Martial, Ovid, Lucan ; They They could all Pow'r in Heav'n divide, And do no Wrong to either Side ; They teach you how to split a Hair, * Give and Jove an equal Share. Yet, why should we be lac'd fo ftrait; I'll give my Butter-weight, And Reafon good; for, many a Year Jove never intermeddl'd here: Nor, tho' his Priests be duly paid, Did ever we defire his Aid: We now can better do without him, Since Woolfton gave us Arms to rout him, * Cætera defiderantur Divifum Imperium cum Jovi Cæsar habet, THE THE DOG and THIEF Written in the Year 1726. UоTH the Thief to the Dog; let me into your Door, Q And I'll give you these delicate Bits: Quoth the Dog, I should then be more Villain than you're, And befides must be out of my Wits: Your delicate Bits will not ferve me a Meal, But my Mafter each Day gives me Bread; You'll fly when you get what you come here to fteal, And I must be hang'd in your Stead. The Stock-jobber thus, from Change-Alley goes down, And tips you the Freeman a Wink; Let me have but your Vote to ferve for the Town, And here is a Guinea to drink. Said Said the Freeman, your Guinea To-night would be fpent, Your Offers of Bribery cease; I'll vote for my Landlord to whom I pay Rent, From London they come, filly People to choufe, Their Lands and their Faces unknown; Who'd vote a Rogue into the Parliament-house, That would turn a Man out of his own? THE Revolution at Market-Hill. Written in the Year 1730. ROM diftant Regions, Fortune sends FRO An odd Triumvirate of Friends; Where Phabus pays a fcanty Stipend, Where never yet a Codling ripen'd: |