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L AD Y CERKE.

What jealous Oberon? Fairies skip hence, I have forsworn his bed and company.

SHAKESP.

SAWBRIDGE.

Ibid.

What care these roarers for the name of king?

I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country, And mouth at Cæfar till I Make the senate.

ADDISON,

WEDNE.

I have great comfort of this fellow; methinks, he hath no drown

? ing mark upon him; his face is perfect gallows. Stand fast good fate to his hanging.

SHAKESP.
I prophesy'd, if a gallows were on land
This fellow could not drown.

Ibid.

Lust is, of all the frailties of our nature
What most we ought to fear; the head-strong beast
Rushes along, impatient of the course;
Nor hears the rider's call, nor feels the rein.

Rowe.

From

From his youth upwards to the present day,
When vices more than years have mark'd him grey,
When riotous excess with wasteful hand
Shakes life’s frail glass, and hastes each ebbing fand,
Unmindful from what stock he drew his birth,
Untaioted with one deed of real worth,
Lothario, holding honour at no price,
Folly to folly added, vice to vice,
Wrought fin with greediness, and fought for shame
With

greater zeal than good men seek for fame.
Where (reason left without the least defence).
Laughter was mirth, obscenity was sense,
Where impudence made decency submit,
Where noise was humour, and where whim was wit,
Where rude untemper'd licence had the merit
Of liberty, and lunacy was spirit,
Where the best things were ever held the worst,
Lothario was, with justice, always first.

To whip a top, to knuckle down at taw,
To swing upon a gate, to ride a straw,
To play at push-pin with dull brother peers,
To belch out catches in a porter's ears,
To reign the monarch of a midnight cell,
To be the gaping chairman's oracle,
Whilst, in most blessed union rogue and whore
Clap hands, huzza, and hiccup out, encore :
Whilst grey authority, who flumbers there
In robes of warchman's fur, gives up his chair,
With midnight lowl to bay th' affrighted moon,
To walk with torches thro' the streets at noon,

a

To

;

yet lives.

To force plain nature from her usual way, ,
Each night a vigil, and a blank each day,
To match for speed one feather 'gainst another,
To make one leg run races with his brother,
'Gainst all the rest to take the northern wind,

to ride first, and he to ride behind,
To coin new-fangled wagers, and to lay 'em,
Laying to lose, and losing not to pay 'em ;
Lothario, on that stock which nature gives,
Without a rival stands, tho'

When folly (at that name, in duty bound,
Let subject myriads kneel, and kiss the ground,
Whilst they, who in the presence upright stand,
Are held as rebels thro' the loyal land)
Queen every where, but most a queen in courts,
Sent forth her heralds, and proclaim'd her sports,
Bade fool with fool on her behalf

engage,
And prove her right to reign from age to age;
Lothario, great above the common size,
With all engag’d, and won from all the prize;
Her
cap
he wears,

which from his youth he wore, And every day deserves it more and more.

Nor in such limits rests his soul confin'd;
Folly may share, but can't engross his mind;
Vice, bold, substantial vice, puts in her claim,
And stamps him perfect in the books of shame.
Observe his follies well, and you will swear
Folly had been his first, his only care;
Observe his vices, you'll that oath disown,
And swear that he was born for vice alone.

D

Is

a

Is the soft nature of some easy maid,
Fond, easy, full of faith, to be betray'd,
Must she, to virtue lost, be lost to fame,
And he who wrought her guilt, declare her shame?'
Is some brave friend, who, men but little known,
Deems
every

heart as honest as his own, ,
And, free himself, in others fears no guile,
To be ensnar'd, and ruin'd with a smile?
Is law to be perverted from her course?
Is abject fraud to league with brutal force ?
Is freedom to be crush'd, and every son, ,
Who dares maintain her cause, to be undone ?
Is base corruption, creeping through the land,
To plan, and work her ruin, underhand,
With regular approaches, sure tho' now,
Or must the perish by a single blow?
Are kings (who trust to servants, and depend
In servants (fond, vain thought) to find a friend)
To be abus'd, and made to draw their breath.
In darkness thicker than the shades of death?
Is God's most holy name to be prophan’d,
His word rejected, and his laws arraign'd,
His servants scorn'd, as men who idly dream'd,
His service laugh’d at, and his Son blasphem'd?
Are debauchees in morals to preside?
Is faith to take an atheist for her guide ?
Is science by a blockhead to be led ?
Are states to totter on a drunkard's head?
To answer all these purposes, and more,
More black than ever villian plann'd before,

5

Search

Search earth, search hell, the devil cannot find
An agent, like Lothario, to his mind.

Is this nobility, which sprung from kings,
Was meant to swell the power from whence it springs?
Is this the glorious produce, this the fruit,
Which nature hop'd for from so rich a root?
Were there but two (search all the world around)
Were there but two such nobles to be found,
The very name would sink into a term
Of scorn, and man would rather be a worm
Than be a lord; but nature, full of grace,
Nor meaning birth and titles to debase,
Made only one, and having made him, swore,
In mercy to mankind to make no more.
Nor stopp'd she there, but like a generous friend,
The ills which error caus’d she strove to mend,
And, having brought Lothario forth to view,
To save her credit, brought forth -- too. CHURCHILL..

KING OF SPAIN, Power is a curse when in a tyrant's hands, But in a bigot tyrant's-treble curse.

MILLER

Do not these veins contain
The same rich blood that circles in the king's,
Though but a bastard scion of his stem?

SIR GEORGE SAVILE.

Unblemish'd honour, and an active zeal For Britain's glory, liberty, and man. :

THOMSON.

LADY