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From her red Locks her Mouth with Venom fills ;
By Harley's Favour once again he shines ;
* The Proclamation was against the Author of a Pamphlet, called, The Publick Spirit of the Whigs, against which the Scotcb Lords complained.
| Lord DELAWERE, then Treasurer of the Houshold, always caressing the Author at Court: But during the Tryal of the Printers before the House of Lords, and while the Proclamation hung over the Author, his Lordship would not seem to know him, tiii the Danger was past.
$ The Scotch Lords treated and visited the Author more after the Proclamation than before, except the D. of Ar-E, who would never be reconciled.
By Faction tird, with Grief he waits a while,
* The Author retired to a friend in Berkshire, ten Weeks before the Qu- died; and never saw the Ministry after.
Written foon after the Author's coming to live
in IRELAND, upon the Queen's Death, Octe
then why should I repine,
Some formal Visits, Looks, and Words,
Ye formal Weepers for the Sick,
To the Earl of OXFORD, late
Lord Treasurer. Sent to him when he was in the Tower, before his Tryal.
Out of HORACE.
Written in the Year 1716.
OW blest is he, who for his Country dies ;
Since Death pursues the Coward as he flies. The Youth, in vain, would fly from Fate's Attack, With trembling Knees, and Terror at his Back; Tho' Fear should lend him Pinions like the Wind, Yet swifter Fate will seize him from behind,
Virtue repuls'd, yet knows not to repine ; But shall with unattainted Honour shine; Nor stoops to take the Staff, nor lays it down, Just as the Rabble please to smile or frown,
VIRTUE, to crown her Fav'rites, loves to th
Next, faithful Silence hath a sure Reward: Within our Breast be ev'ry Secret bærr'd : He who betrays his Friend, shall never be Under one Roof, or in one Ship with me ; For, who with Traytors would his Safety trust, Lest, with the Wicked, Heaven involve the Just? And, tho' the Villain 'scape a while, he feels Slow Vengeance, like a Blood-hound at his Heels:
Upon the South-Sea PROJECT,
Written in the Year 1721.
E wise Philosophers, explain,
What Magick makes our Money rise, When dropt into the Southern Main ;
Or do these Jugglers cheat our Eyes?
Put in your Money fairly told ;
Presto be gone-'Tis here agen: Ladies and Gentlemen, behold,
Here's ev'ry Piece as big as Ten,