But, he durft not fo much as once open his lips, And the doctor was plaguily down in the hips.

THUS merciless Hannah ran on in her talk, Till she heard the Dean call, Will your Ladyship walk?

Her Ladyship anfwers, I'm juft coming down; Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown, Although it was plain, in her heart she was glad, Cry'd, Huzzy, why fure the wench is gone mad : How cou'd these chimeras get into your brains? Come hither, and take this old gown for your pains.

But the Dean, if this fecret fhou'd come to his

ears,

Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers: your life, not a word of the matter I charge

For

ye;

Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy.

VOL. II.

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A

A Libel on the Reverend Dr. DELANY, and his Excellency JOHN Lord Carteret.

To Dr. DELANY, occafioned by his Epistle to his Excellency JOHN Lord CARTERET.

Written in the Year 1729.

ELUDED mortals, whom the great
Chufe for companions réte a téte;
Who at their dinners, en famille,
Get leave to fit when-e'er you will;
Then, boafting tell us where you din'd,
And how his Lordship was fo kind;
How many pleasant things he spoke,
And how you laugh'd at ev'ry joke:
Swear, he's a most facetious man:
That you and he are cup and cann.
You travel with a heavy load,
And quite mistake preferment's road.

alone;

SUPPOSE my Lord and you
Hint the least int'reft of your own;
His vifage drops, he knits his brow,
He cannot talk of bus'nefs now:
Or mention but a vacant poft,

He'll turn it off with, Name your toaft.

Nor

Nor could the nicest artist paint
A countenance with more constraint.

FOR, as their appetites to quench,
Lords keep a pimp to bring a wench;
So men of wit are but a kind
Of pander's to a vicious mind;
Who proper objects must provide
To gratify their luft of pride,
When, weary'd with intrigues of State,
They find an idle hour to prate.
Then, fhould you dare to ask a place,
You forfeit all your Patron's grace,
And disappoint the fole defign,
For which he fummon'd you to dine.

THUS, Congreve spent in writing plays, And one poor office, half his days;

*

While Mountague, who claim'd the ftation
To be Mecenas of the nation,

For Poets open table kept,

But ne'er confider'd where they flept.
Himself, as rich as fifty Jews,
Was eafy, though they wanted shoes;
And crazy Congreve scarce could spare
A fhilling to discharge his chair; i
Till prudence taught him to appeal
From Pan's fire to party zeal;
Not owing to his happy vein

The fortunes of his latter scene;

Took proper principles to thrive ;

And fo might ev'ry dunce alive.

THUS, Steel, who own'd what others writ,

And flourish'd by imputed wit,

From perils of a hundred jails,

Withdrew to ftarve, and die in Wales.

THUS Gay, the * hare with many friends, Twice fev'n long years the court attends; Who, under tales conveying truth,

To virtue form'd a princely † Youth:
Who paid his courtship with the crowd,
As far as modeft pride allow'd;
Rejects a fervile Usher's place,
And leaves St. James's in difgrace.

THUS Addifon, by Lords careft,
Was left in foreign lands distrest ;
Forgot at home, became for hire
A trav'lling tutor to a 'Squire.
But wifely left the Muses hill;
To bus'nefs fhap'd the Poet's quill,
Let all his barren laurels fade;
Took up

himself the courtier's trade :

And, grown a Minifter of State,

Saw Poets at his levee wait.

See his fables.

+ His Royal Highness, WILLIAM, Duke of CUMBERLAND, fecond fon of King GEORGE II.

HAIL! happy Pope, whofe gen'rous mind,

Detefting all the Statefman kind!
Contemning courts, at courts unfeen

Refus'd the vifits of a Q

A foul with ev'ry virtue fraught,
By Sages, Priefs, or Poets taught:
Whose filial piety excels
Whatever Grecian story tells:
A genius for all stations fit,
Whose meanest talent is his wit:

His heart too great, though fortune little,
To lick a rafcal Statesman's spittle;
Appealing to the nation's taste,

Above the reach of want is plac'd:
By Homer dead was taught to thrive,.
Which Homer never could alive:

And fits aloft on Pindus head,
Defpifing faves that cringe for bread.

TRUE Politicians only pay

For folid work, but not for play ;
Nor ever chufe to work with tools
Forg'd up in colleges and Schools.
Confider how much more is due
To all their journeymen, than you.
At table you can Horace quote;
They at a pinch can bribe a vote :
You fhew your skill in Grecian story,
But, they can manage Whig and Tory:

You, as a critick, are fo curious To find a verfe in Virgil fpurious;

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