320 THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED ;

O R,

HYPOCRISY DETECTED.*

THUS fays the prophet of the Turk,

Good muffulman abstain from pork ;

There is a part in ev'ry fwine,

No friend or follower of mine

May tafte, whate'er his inclination,
On pain of excommunication.
Such Mahomet's myfterious charge,
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the finful part exprefs'd
They might with fafety eat the refst;
But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarr'd,
And fet their wit at work to find

What joint the prophet had in mind.

* It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with fome unnecessary additions by an un known hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity.

Much

Much controverfy strait arose,

These chuse the back, the belly thofe ;

By fome 'tis confidently faid

He meant not to forbid the head,

While others at that doctrine rail,

And piously prefer the tail.

Thus, confcience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh 'tis well-the tale apply'd
May make you laugh on t'other fide.
Renounce the world, the preacher cries-
We do a multitude replies.

While one as innocent regards

A fnug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may say,

Can fee no evil in a play;

Some love a concert or a race,

And others, fhooting and the chase.

Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,

Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'd;

VOL. I.

Y

Each

Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,

Yet likes a flice as well as he;

With fophiftry their fauce they sweeten,

Till quite from tail to fnout 'tis eaten.

THE LILY AND THE ROSE.

I.

THE nymph must lose her female friend

If more admir'd than she

But where will fierce contention end

If flow'rs can disagree?

III.

The rofe foon redden'd into rage,

And fwelling with difdain,

Appeal'd to many a poet's page

To prove her right to reign.

IV.

The lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flow'r,

She feem'd defign'd for Flora's hand,
The fceptre of her pow'r

V.

This civil bick'ring and debate

The goddefs chanc'd to hear,

And flew to fave, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.

VI. !

Your's is, fhe faid, the nobler hue,

And your's the statelier mien,

And 'till a third furpaffes you,

Let each be deem'd a queen.

VII.

Thus footh'd and reconcil'd, each seeks

The faireft British fair,

The feat of empire is her cheeks,

They reign united there.

IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.

I.

HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,

Quam raro pulchræ, pulchra placere potest?

Sed fines ultrà folitos difcordia tendit,

Cum flores ipfos bilis et ira movent.

II.

Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitofque receffus,
Se rapit in partes gens animofa duas,

Hic fibi regales amaryllis candida cultûs,

Illic purpureo vindicat ore rofa.

Ira