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Which lighting on th' Impostor's Crown,
WOOD, an INSECT.
Written in the Year 1725.
Y long Observation I have understood,
That three little Vermin are kin to Will Wood: The first is an Insect they call a Wood Louse, That folds up itself in itself for a House ; As round as a Ball, without Head, without Tail, Inclos'd Cap-a-pee in a strong Coat of Mail. And thus William Wood to my Fancy appears In Fillets of Brass roll'd up to his Ears: And, over these Fillets he wisely has thrown, To keep out of Danger, * a Doublet of Stone.
The Louse of the Wood for a Med'cine is us’d, Or swallow'd alive, or skilfully bruis’d, And, let but our Mother Hibernia contriye To swallow Will.Wood either bruis'd or alive. She need be no more with the Jaundice posseft, Or fick of Obstructions, and Pains in her Cheft.
The third is an Infect we call a Wood-Worm, That lies in old Wood like a Hare in her Form :
* He was in Jayl for Debt.
With Teeth or with Claws it will bite or will scratch,
* A cant Word in Ireland, for a counterfeit Half-penny.
HORACE, Book I. Ode XIV.
O navis, referent, &c.
Paraphrased and inscribed to IRELAND.
Written in the Year 1726.
, New Waves shall drive thee to the Deep
again; Look to thy self, and be no more the Sport ? Of giddy Winds, but make some friendly Port.
1. O navis, referent in mare te novi
Lost are thy Oars that us'd thy Course to guide,
Like faithful Counsellors on either Side.
The single Pillar for his country's Good,
Behold, it cracks by yon rough Eastern Wind. 5 Your Cables burst, and you must quickly feel
The Waves impetuous entering at your Keel.
When the strong. Cords of Union once are broke, 6 Torn by a sudden Tempest is thy Sail, Expanded to invite a milder Gale.
As when some Writer in a publick Cause,
A LARGER Sacrifice in vain you vow:
A Nation thus, who oft Heav'n's Call neglects,
Malus celeri faucius Africo.
Ac fine funibus
*8 'Twill not avail, when thy strong Sides are
broke, That thy Descent is from the British Oak: Or when your Name and Family you boast, From Fleets triumphant o'er the Gallick Coast. Such was Ierne's Claim, as just as thine, Her Sons descended from the British Line ; Her matchless Sons; whose Valour still remains On French Records, for Twenty long Campaigns: Yet from an Empress now a Captive grown, She sav'd Britannia's Rights, and lost her own. 9 In Ships decay'd no Mariner confides, Lur'd by the gilded Stern, and painted Sides. Yet, at a Ball, unthinking Fools delight In the gay Trappings of a Birth-Day Night : They on the Gold Brocades and Satins rav'd,
And quite forgot their Country was enslavid, 10 Dear Vessel, still be to thy Steerage just,
Nor change thy Course with every fudden Gust;
WEAR Y and Sea-sick when in thee confin’d,
8. Quamvis Pontica pinus,
Sylvæ filia nobilis. 9. Nil pictis timidus navita puppibus : 10. Fidit tu, nisi ventis
Debes ludibrium cave.
Nunc defiderium, curáque non levis,