A SKELETON in outward Figure, His meagre Corps, though full of Vigour, So wonderful his Expedition, When you SHINES in all Climates like a Star; HEROICK Actions early bred in, BY F U DA S. Written in the Year 173 1. Y the juft Vengeance of incenfed Skies, Poor Bishop Judas, late repenting, dies; The Jews engag'd him with a paultry Bribe, Amounting hardly to a Crown a Tribe; Which, though his Confcience forc'd him to reftore, (And, Parfons tell us, no Man can do more) But, fome have kiss't the Gospel Fifty Times, Like Hemp, which by a skilful Spinster drawn To flender Threads, may fometimes pafs for Lawn. As antient Judas by Transgression fell, And burft afunder e'er he went to Hell; So, could we fee a Set of new Iscariots, Come headlong tumbling from their mitred Chariots, Drop from the Tree with all his Bowels burst; In SICKNESS. Written foon after the Author's coming to live in Ireland, upon the Queen's Death, October 1714. IS true, then why fhould I repine, To fee my Life fo faft decline? But, why obfcurely here alone? Where I am neither lov'd nor known. My My State of Health none care to learn ; Who knows his Art but not his Trade 3 Preferring his Regard for me Before his Credit or his Fee. Some formal Vifits, Looks, and Words, I meet perhaps from three or four, Yr formal Weepers for the Sick, And spare my absent Friends the Grief *A a The The Author having wrote a Treatise, advising the People of Ireland to wear their own Manufactures, a Profecution was fet on foot against Waters the Printer thereof, which was carried on with fo much Violence, that one Whitshed, then Chief Fuftice, thought proper, in a Manner the moft extraordinary, to keep the Grand-Fury above twelve Hours, and to fend them eleven times out of Court, until he had wearied them into a fpecial Verdict. A N Excellent new SONG on a feditious Pamphlet. B To the Tune of Packington's Pound. Written in the Year 1720. ROCADO's, and Damasks, and Tabbies, and Gawfes, Are by Robert Ballentine lately Brought over; With Forty Things more: Now hear what the Law fays, Whoe'er will not were them, is not the King's Lover. Tho |