Much controversy ftraight aroser

These choose the back, the belly those ; By fome 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head; While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog, Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh-'tis well. The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world—the preacher cries. We do-a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards ; And one, whatever you may fay, Can see no evil in a play ; Some love a concert, or a race ; And others—shooting, and the chase. Revild and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd ;

VOL. I. .

Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a Nice as well as he ;
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
'Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.



The nymph must lose her female friend,

If more admir'd than fhe-
But where will fierce contention end,

If flowers can disagree?


Within the garden's peaceful scene

Appear’d two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen

The Lily and the Rose.

The Rose foon redden'd into rage,

And, swelling with disdain,
Appeald to many a poet's page
To prove her right to reign.

IV. The Lily's height befpoke command

A fair imperial flow'r; She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, The sceptre of her pow'r.

V. This civil bick’ring and debate

The goddess chanc'd to hear,
And Aew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre-

Your's is, she said, the nobler hue,

And your's the statelier mien;
And, till a third furpaffes you,

Let each be deem'd a queen.


Thus, sooth'd and reconcil'd, each seeks

The fairest British fair ;
The seat of empire is her cheeks,

They reign united there.

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Hev inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,

Quam raro pulchræ, pulchra placere potest?
Sed fines ultrà folitos discordia tendit,
Cum Aores ipsos bilis et ira moverit.

Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitofque receffùs,

Se rapit in partes gens animofa duas;
Hic sibi regales Amaryllis candida cultûs,

Illic purpureo vindicat ore Rosa.

III. Ira Rosam et meritis quæfita fuperbia tangunt,

Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinů,
Dum sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatûm,
Jusque fuum, multo carmine fulta, probat.

Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat,

Ceu flores inter non habitura parem,
Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in ufùs

Imperii, fceptrum, Flora quod ipfa gerat.


Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,

Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes. Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri, Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adeft.

VI. Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,

Et tibi, principibus qui folet effe, color, Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,

Et tibi reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.

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