THO with puffs daily papers are cramm'd, Sir, With antidotes for ev'ry ail, I'll shew a specific not shamm'd, Sir, May heal or kill, As Doctors on Doctors have done; But snug and sure, To work a cure, For weak consciences 'tis an Emetic; No wound will fix, When this Unguentum is on. 'Tis blunt by Elixir l'Argent. 'Tis a Stiptic to stop maiden's scruples, Win Learning's prize, This Recipe want you're undone: But the genius who gets the 'Argent. His Honour demurs to a hearing, Demurs digest, Secundum artem they're gone, Elixir nouveau de l'Argent. When sickness voluptuousness seizes, Accepting the pelf, That lesson the learned ne'er con, We might dye and be damn'd, But for our Elixir l'Argent. HERE GOES. TUNE. "To sigh or complain," NOME care-curing Mirth Bring Humour, your brother, along, Hospitality's here, And Harmony near, To chorus droll Sentiment's song. In Comedy trim, Joke, Gesture, and Whim, With Trios will keep up the ball; By order of Taste We open the feast Óf Friendship in Liberty-hall. Who'll President be? Unanimity, see He's order'd to sit as our host; My Lord Common Sense, With pains and expence, Introduc'd him to give out the toast. Tho' Scandal we hate, Only Good we hold great, Nor any for Title's-sake praise; Unworthy's that name, No Merit can claim, But what Genealogies raise. In this Anno Dom, we Wou'd Felicity see, I'll demonstrate how easy we cou'd: Change fault-finding elves To mending ourselves, Then things might soon be as they shou'd Some Wives read their mates Curtain-Lectures, debates And wonder they're not understood; The Husband's perplex'd, 'Cause every thing's not as it shou'd. If Pension, or place, Is the gift of His Grace, zo sila on Plum-pudding on board, And press'd by my Lord, Who wou'd not come in for a slice? Corruption's the cry, Opposition runs high, Yet who can help laughing to see, Tho' Faction's so big Ambo Tory and Whig, In one part both Parties agree. For the Kingdom of Man, Division's the plan, By the laws of the Cyprian Court, The Ladies must yield, When our Standard we weild, .....And what we advance they support. For a Bumper I call, Here's the Sou'reign of All, The Spring from which all honour flows, From thence we a all came, So we go to that same, Here's to it, and to it, Here goes. DICK AND DOLL. TUNE.. "I'm like a Skiff on the Ocean toss'd." S one bright summer's sultry day, AFor sake of shade I sought the grove; Thro' thickset-hedge, on top of hay, I A Youth with one arm round his pretty Girl's waist, "I come (quoth Dick) to have some chat," "But now I won't be teaz'd." She strove to rise up, but his strength held her down, She call'd out for help! and petition'd the Clown, "O Dick, dear, let me rise, "The Sun puts out my eyes. "I'll tear your soul out!-Lord! these men, 66 If ever- -well-I won't submit. 66 Why? what? the Devil!-Curse me then!"You'll fling me in a fit." Down, like a bent lily, her head dropp'd aslant, Expiring accents hung. The chorus birds sung o'er their heads, Sweet smelt the hay, on new-mown meads, |