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Yet still so happy was his Fate,
He caught his Fish, and fav'd his Bait.
SID's Brethren of the conj'ring Tribe
A Circle with their Rod describe ;
Which proves a magical Redoubt,
To keep mischievous Spirits out :
Sid's Rod was of a larger Stride,
And made a Circle thrice as wide;
Where Spirits throng'd with hideous Din ;
And he stood there to take them in.
But when th' enchanted Rod was broke,
They vanish'd in a stinking Smoke,
ACHILLES' Sceptre was of Wood,
Like Sid's, but nothing near so good :
Though down from Ancestors divine,
Transmitted to the Heroes Line,
Thence, thro' a long Descent of Kings,
Came an Heir-loom, as Homer fings:
Tho' this Description looks so big,
That Sceptre was a sapless Twig;
Which, from the fatal Day, when first
It left the Forest, where 'twas nurs'd,
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
Nor Leaf, nor Fruit, nor Blossom bore.
Sid's Sceptre, full of Juice, did shoot
In golden Boughs, and golden Fruit;
And he, the Dragon never seeping,
Guarded each fair Hesperian Pippin.
No Hobby Horse, with gorgeous Top,
The dearest in Charles Matber's Shop,
Or glitt'ring Tinsel of May-Fair,
Could with this Rod of Sid
DEAR Sid, then why wer't thou so mad,
To break thy Rod like naughty Lad?
You should have kiss?d it in your Distress,
And then return'd it to your Mistress ;
Or made it a Newmarket Switch,
And not a Rod for thy own Breech.
But since old Sid has broken this,
His next may be a Rod in Ps.
ATLAS; or, the Minister of State.
To the Lord-Treasurer OXFORD.
Written in the Year 1712,
TLAS, we read in antient Song,
Was so exceeding tall and strong,
He bore the Skies upon his Back,
Just as a Pedlar doth his Pack :
But, as a Pedlar overprest
Unloads upon a Stall to reft ;
Or, when he can no longer stand,
Desires a Friend to lend a Hand,
So Atlas, left the pond'rous Spheres
Should fink, and fall about his Ears;
Got Hercules to bear the Pile,
That he might fit, and rest a while.
YET Hercules was not so strong, Nor could have born it half so long.
GREAT Statesmen are in this Condition ;
And Ailas is a Politician:
A premier Minister of State ;
Alcides one of fecond Rate.
Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wise,
Yet when the Weight of Kingdoms lies
Too long upon his 'single Shoulders,
Sink down he must, or find Upbolders.
Written in the Year 1712.
S Thomas was cudgelld one Day by his Wife,
He took to the Street, and fled for his Life: Tom's three dearest Friends came by in the Squabble, And say'd him at once from the Shrew and the Rabble;
Then ventur'd to give him fome sober Advice
But, Tom is a Person of Honour so nice,
Too wife to take Counfel, too proud to takeWarning,
That he sent to all three a Challenge next Morning:
Three Duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his Life ;
Went home, and was cudgel'd again by his Wife.
Written in the Year 1712.
HIS Day, (the Year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd the Midwife's Part; Into the World Corinna fell,
And he endow'd her with his Art.
But Cupid with a Satyr comes ;
Both softly to the Cradle creep:
Both stroke her Hands, and rub her Gums,
While the poor Child lay fast alleep.
Then Cupid thus : This little Maid
Of Love shall always speak and write ; And I pronounce (the Satyr faid)
The World shall feel her scratch, and bite,
Her Talent she display'd betimes ;
For in twice twelve revolving Moons, She seem'd to laugh, and squal in Rhimes,
And all her Gestures were Lampoons.
At six Years old, the subtle Jade
Stole to the Pantry-Door, and found The Butler with my Lady's Maid;
And you may swear the Tale went round.
She made a Song, how little Miss
Was kiss'd and Nobber'd by a Lad: And how when Master went to p
Miss came, and peep'd at all he had.
At twelve a Poet, and Coquette ;
Marries for Love, half Whore, half Wife, Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in Debt:
Turns Auth'refs, and is Curll's for Life.