IF, dearest Dismal, you for once can dine Toland to you this invitation sends, To eat the calf's head with your trusty friends. Where thou, our latest proselyte, shalt share : Cholmondeley, when drunk, can never lose his wand; Right Honourable Henry Boyle.---Scott. 2 Swift elsewhere objects to the formality of Somers's manners.---Ibid. And Lincoln then imagines he has land. My province is, to see that all be right, Glasses and linen clean, and pewter bright; From our mysterious club to keep out spies, And Tories (dress'd like waiters) in disguise. You shall be coupled as you best approve, Seated at table next the man you love. Sunderland, Orford, Boyle, and Richmond's grace, Will come; and Hampden shall have Walpole's place; Wharton, unless prevented by a whore, Will hardly fail; and there is room for more. Let no pretence of business make you stay ; If Guernsey calls, send word you're gone abroad ; He'll teaze you with King Charles, and Bishop Laud, Or make you fast, and carry you to prayers; PEACE AND DUNKIRK. BEING AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG UPON THE SURRENDER OF DUNKIRK TO GENERAL HILL. 1712. To the tune of "The King shall enjoy his own again." SPITE of Dutch friends and English foes, And the Whigs may all go swing, Will, or ought to end in ropes; Sunderland's run out of his wits, And Dismal double Dismal looks; Wharton can only swear by fits, Old Godolphin, full of spleen, Made false moves, and lost his Queen; Harry look'd fierce, and shook his ragged mane: But a Prince of high renown Swore he'd rather lose a crown, "Than the Queen should enjoy her own again." Our merchant-ships may cut the line, And not be snapt by privateers, And commoners who love good wine Landed men shall have their rent, Yet our stocks rise cent. per cent. · The Dutch from hence shall no more millions drain: We'll bring on us no more debts, Nor with bankrupts fill gazettes; The towns we took ne'er did us good: Dunkirk never shall be theirs. The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; But true Englishmen may fill A good health to General Hill : "For the Queen now enjoys her own again." HORACE, BOOK I. EP. VII. ADDRESSED TO THE EARL OF OXFORD. HARLEY, the nation's great support, The priest was pretty well in case, Lewis his patron's humour knows, And quickly did the matter sift; For shunning those of his own coat; Which made his brethren of the gown Take care betimes to run him down : No libertine, nor over nice, Addicted to no sort of vice, Went where he pleased, said what he thought; Not rich, but owed no man a groat; In state opinions à la mode, 1 Erasmus Lewis, Esq. the treasurer's secretary. |