What early Manhood has he shown,
Before his downy Beard was grown!
Then think what Wonders will be done
By going on as he begun ;
An Heir for Britain to fecure,
As long as Sun and Moon endure.
THE Remnant of the Royal Blood Comes pouring on me like a Flood. Bright Goddeffes, in Number five; Duke William, sweetest Prince alive.
Now fing the Minister of State,
Who fhines alone, without a Mate.
Obferve with what Majestick Port
This Atlas ftands to prop the Court;
Intent the publick Debts to pay,
Like prudent + Fabius, by Delay.
Thou great Vicegerent of the King,
Thy Praises every Mufe fhall fing:
In all Affairs thou fole Director,
Of Wit and Learning chief Protector;
Tho' fmall the Time thou haft to spare,
The Church is thy peculiar Care.
Of pious Prelates what a Stock
You chufe, to rule the fable Flock!
You raise the Honour of the Peerage,
Proud to attend you at the Steerage.
You dignify the Noble Race,
Content your felf with humbler Place.
* Sir ROBERT WALPOLE, afterwards Earl of ORFORD. + Unus homo nobis Cun&tando reftituit rem.
Now Learning, Valour, Virtue, Senfe,
To Titles give the fole Pretence:
St. George beheld thee with Delight,
Vouchsafe to be an azure * Knight.
When on thy Breast and Sides Herculean
He fixt the Star and String Cerulean.
SAY, Poet, in what other Nation,
Shone ever fuch a Conftellation.
Attend ye Popes, and Youngs, and Gays,
And tune your Harps, and ftrow your Bays,
Your Panegyricks here provide,
You cannot err on Flatt'ry's Side.
Above the Stars exalt your Stile,
You ftill are low ten thousand Mile.
On Lewis all his Bards bestow'd
Of Incense many a thousand Load;
But Europe mortify'd his Pride,
And swore the fawning Rafcals ly'd:
Yet what the World refused to Lewis,
Exactly true! Invidious Poet!
'Tis fifty thousand Times below it.
TRANSLATE me now fome Lines, if you can, From Virgil, Martial, Ovid, Lucan ; They could all Pow'r in Heav'n divide, And do no Wrong to either Side:
* A Knight of the Garter.
They teach you how to split a Hair,
*Give-
and Jove an equal Share.
Yet, why fhould we be lac'd fo ftrait;
I'll give my M-h, Butter-weight.
And Reafon good; for many a Year
Jove never intermeddl'd here:
Nor, tho' his Priests be duly paid,
Did ever we defire his Aid:
We now can better do without him,
Since Woolston gave us Arms to rout him.
*Divifum Imperium cum Jove Cæfar habet.
On the Words------Brother Proteftants, and Fellow Chriftians, fo familiarly ufed by the Advocates for the Repeal of the Teft-Act in Ireland, 1733.
Written in the Year 1733.
N Inundation, fays the Fable,
O'erflow'd a Farmer's Barn and Stable;
Whole Ricks of Hay and Stacks of Corn,
Were down the fudden Current born;
While Things of heterogeneous Kind,
Together float with Tide and Wind;
The generous Wheat forgot its Pride,
And fail'd with Litter Side by Side;
Uniting all, to fhew their Amity,
As in a general Calamity.
A Ball of new dropt Horfe's Dung,
Mingling with Apples in the Throng,
Said to the Pippin, plump, and prim,
See, Brother, how we Apples fwim.
THUS, Lamb, renown'd for cutting Corns,
An offer'd Fee from Radcliff fcorns;
Must take no Fees of one another.
Thus, to a Dean fome Curate Sloven
Subscribes, Dear Sir, your Brother loving.
Thus all the Footmen, Shoe-boys, Porters,
About St. James's, cry, We Courtiers.
Thus Hce in the Houfe will prate,
Sir, we the Minifters of State.
Thus at the Bar that Booby *
Tho' Half a Crown o'er-pays his Sweat's Worth; Who knows in Law, nor Text, nor Margent,
Calls Singleton his Brother Serjeant.
And thus Fanatick Saints, tho' neither in
Doctrine, or Difcipline our Brethren,
Are Brother Proteftants and Christians,
As much as Hebrews and Philiftians :
But in no other Senfe, than Nature
Has made a Rat our Fellow Creature..
WALPOLE, Brother to Sir ROBERT, afterwards Earl of ORFORD,
Lice from your Body fuck their Food;
But, is a Louse your Flesh and Blood?
Tho' born of human Filth and Sweat, It
May well be faid Man did beget it.
But Maggots in your Nose and Chin,
As well may claim you for their Kin.
YET, Criticks may object, why not?
Since Lice are Brethren to a S-:
Which made our Swarm of Sects determine
Employments for their Brother Vermin.
But be they English, Irish, Scottish,
What Proteftant can be fo fottish,
While o'er the Church thefe Clouds are gathering,
To call a Swarm of Lice his Brethren?
As Mofes by divine Advice,
In Egypt turn'd the Duft to Lice;
And as our Sects, by all Descriptions,
Have Hearts more harden'd than Egyptians;
As from the trodden Duft they spring,
And, turn'd to Lice, infeft the King:
For Pity's Sake it would be juft,
A Rod fhould turn them back to Duft.
LET Folks in high, or holy Stations,
Be proud of owning fuch Relations;
Let Courtiers hug them in their Bofom,
As if they were afraid to lose 'em :
While I, with humble Job, had rather
Say to Corruption,-Thou'rt my Father.
For he, that hath fo little Wit,
To nourish Vermin, may be bit.
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