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* WHITSHED's Motto on his Coach.

Libertas & natale Solum,

Liberty and

my native Country.

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Written in the Year 1724.

IBERTAS & natale Solum;

Fine Words; I wonder where you stole 'um.

Could nothing but thy chief Reproach,

Serve for a Motto on thy Coach?

But let me now the Words translate :

Natale Solum: My Estate:

My dear Eftate; how well I love it;
My Tenants, if you doubt, will prove it:
They fwear, I am fo kind and good,
I hug them, till I fqueeze their Blood.

LIBERTAS bears a large Import;
First; how to fwagger in a Court;
And, Secondly, to fhew my Fury
Against an uncomplying Jury:
And, Thirdly; 'tis a new Invention,
To favour Wood, and keep my Penfion;

And,

*That noted Chief Juftice, who twice profecuted the Drapier, and diffolved the Grand Jury for not finding the Bill against him.

And, Fourthly; 'tis to play an odd Trick,
Get the Great Seal, and turn out Brodrick:
And, Fifthly; you know whom I mean,
To humble that vexatious Dean.

And, Sixthly; for my Soul, to barter it
For Fifty Times its Worth, to * Carteret.

Now, fince your Motto thus you conftrue, I must confefs you've spoken once true, Libertas & natale Solum;

You had good Reason, when you stole 'um.

*Lord CARTERET, who was then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.

Sent by Dr. DELANY, to Dr. S-----T, in order to be admitted to speak to·

bim.

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Written in the Year 1724.

EAR Sir, I think 'tis doubly hard,

Your Ears and Doors should both be barr'd:

Can any thing be more unkind?

Mut I not fee, 'cause you are blind?

Methinks, a Friend at Night should 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,

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 Business, Sir, is to be heard.

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The ANSWER.

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;
Because, among all human Race,

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 fwear,
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 fhall find by this Device,
The other will be ftronger twice;
For ev'ry Day you fhall be gaining

New Vigour to the Leg remaining.

So,

So, when an Eye hath loft its Brother,
You fee the better with the other,

Cut off your Hand, and you may do
With t'other Hand the Work of two:
Because, the Soul her Power contracts,
And on the Brother Limb re-acts.

BUT, yet the Point is not fo clear in
Another Cafe; the Sense of Hearing:
For tho' the Place of either Ear,
Be diftant as one Head can bear.
Yet Galen moft acutely fhews you,
(Confult his Book de Partium ufu)
That from each Ear, as he obferves,
There creep two Auditory Nerves,
(Not to be feen without a Glafs)
Which near the Os Petrofum pafs;

Thence to the Neck; and, moving thorough there:
One goes to this, and one to t'other Ear,
Which made my Grand-Dame always ftuff her Ears,
Both Right and Left, as Fellow-sufferers.
You see my Learning; but to shorten it,
When my Left Ear was deaf a Fortnight,
To t'other Ear I felt it coming on,
And thus I folve this hard Phænomenon.

'Tis true, a Glass will bring supplies
To weak, or old, or clouded Eyes.
Your Arms, tho' both your Eyes were lost,
Would guard your Nose against a Poft

Without

Without your Legs, two Legs of Wood
Are stronger, and almoft as good;

And, as for Hands, there have been those,
Who, wanting both, have us'd their Toes.
But no Contrivance yet appears,

To furnish artificial Ears.

STELLA's Birth-Day.

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Written in the Year 1724.

S, when a beauteous Nymph decays,

We fay, she's past her Dancing Days;
So, Poets lofe their Feet by Time,
And can no longer dance in Rhyme:
Your annual Bard had rather chofe
To celebrate your Birth in Profe.
Yet, merry Folks, who want by Chance,
A Pair to make a Country-Dance,
Call the old Houfe-keeper, and get her
To fill a Place, for want of better.
While Sheridan is off the Hooks,
And Friend Delany at his Books,
That Stella may avoid Difgrace,

Once more the D-n fupplies their Place.

BEAUTY

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