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Drake roundtheworld his sovereign'shonour spread, Far from the common pitch, he shall arise, Through straits and gulphs immense her fame With great designs, to dazzle Envy's eyes; convey'd;
Search deep, to know of whiggish plots the source, Nor rests inquiry here; his curious eye
Their ever-turning schemes, and restless course. Descries new constellations in the sky,
Who shall hereafter British annals read, In which vast space, ambitious mariners
But will reflect with wonder on this deed ? Might place their names on high, and choose their How artfully his conduct overcame stars.
A stubborn race, and quench'd a raging flame; Raleigh, with hopes of new discoveries fir'd, Retriev'd the Britons from unruly Fate, And all the depths of human wit inspird,
And overthrow the Phaëtons of state! Rov'd o'er the western world in search of fame, These wise exploits through Gallia's nation ran, Adding fresh glory to Eliza's name;
And fir'd their souls, to see the wondrous man: Subdued new empires that will records be The aged counsellors, without surprise, Immortal of a queen's virginity 3.
Found wit and prudence sparkling in his eyes; “ But think not, Albion, that thy sons decay, Wisdom that was not gain'd in course of years, Or that thy princes have less power to sway; Or reverence owing to his hoary hairs, Whatever in Eliza's reign was seen,
But struck by force of genius; such as drove With a redoubled vigour springs again:
The goddess Pallas from the brain of Jove. Imperial Anna shall the seas controul,
The youth of France, with pleasure, lookd to see And spread her paval laws from pole to pole: His graceful mien and beauteous symmetry: Nor think her conduct or her counsels less, The virgins ran, as to unusual show, In arts of war, or treaties for a peace;
When he to Paris came, and Fontainbleau; In thrifty management of Britain's wealth, Viewing the blooming minister desir’d, Embezzled lately, or purloin'd by stealth. And still, the more they gaz'd, the more admir'd. No nation can fear want, or dread surprise, Nor did the court, that best true grandeur knows, Where Oxford's prudence Burleigh's loss supplies; Their sentiments by lesser facts disclose, On him the public most securely leans,
By common pomp, or ceremonious train, To ease the burthen of the best of queens:
Seen heretofore, or to be seen again; On him the merchants fix their longing eyes, But they devis'd new honours, yet unknown, When war shall cease, and British commerce rise. Or paid to auy subject of a crown.
“ Alcides' strength and Atlas' firmer mind The Gallic king, in age and counsels wise, To narrow straights of Europe were confin'd. Sated with war, and weary of disguise, The British sailors, from their royal chauge, With open arms salutes the British peer, May find a nobler liberty to range.
And gladly owns his prince and character. Oxford shall be their pole-star to the south, As Hermes from the throne of. Jove descends, And there reward the efforts of their youth: With grateful errand, to Heaven's choicest friends; Whence, through his conduct, traffic shall increase, As Iris from the bed of Juno flies, (skies, Ev'n to those seas which take their name from To bear her queen's commands through yielding peacet.
Whilst o'er her wings fresh beams of glory flow, "Peace is the sound must glad the Britons'ears: And blended colours paint her wondrous bow; But see! the noble Bolingbroke appears;
So Bolingbroke appears in Louis' sight, Gesture compos'd and looks serene declare With message heavenly; and, with equal light, Th’approaching issue of a doubtful war.
Dispels all clouds of doubt, and fear of wars, Now my cerulean race, safe in the deep,
And in his mistress' name for peace declares: Shall hear no cannons' roar disturb their sleep; Accents divine! which the great king receives But smoothest tides and the most halcyon gales With the same grace that mighty Anna gives. Shall to their port direct Britannia's sails.
Let others boast of blood, the spoil of foes, “ Ye Tritons, sons of gods! 'tis my command, Rapine and murder, and of endless woes, That you see Bolingbroke in safety land;
Detested pomp! and trophies gain'd from far, Your concave shells for softest notes prepare, With spangled ensigns, streaming in the air; Whilst Echo shall repeat the gentlest air;
Count how they made Bavarian subjects feel The river-gods shall there your triumphs meet, The rage of fire, and edge of harden'd steel; And, in old Ocean mix'd, your hero greet; Fatal effects of foul insatiate pride; Thames shall stand wondering, Isis shall rejoice, That deal their wounds alike on either side, And both in tuneful numbers raise their voice; No limits set to their ambitious ends; The rapid Medway, and the fertile Trent,
For who bounds them, no longer can be friends. In swiftest streams, confess their true content; By different methods Bolingbroke shall raise Avon and Severn shall in raptures join,
His growing honours and immortal praise. And Fame convey them to the northern Tine, He, fir'd with glory and the public good, Tweed then no more the Britons shall divide, Betwixt the people and their danger stood: But peace and plenty flow on either side;
Arm'd with convincing truths, he did appear; Triumphs proclaim, and mirth and jovial feasts, And all he said was sparkling, bright, and clear. And all the world invite for welcome guests." The listening senate with attention heard,
Faction, that through the land so fatal spread, And some admir'd, while others trembling fear'd; No more shall dare to raise her Hydra's head; Not from the tropes of formal eloquence, But all her votaries in silence mourn
But Demosthenic strength and weight of sense, The happiness of Bolingbroke's return;
Such as fond Oxford to her son supplied,
Design'd her own, as well as Britain's pride; 3 Alluding to the first settlement of Virginia. Who, less beholden to the ancient strains, 4 The Pacific Ocean.
Might show a nobler blood in English veins;
Out-do whatever Homer sweetly sung
You know the captives she has made,
The torment of her chain :
Or rack her with disdain!
She bends her knee divine;
Her tears, for Damon's sake, despise;
Let her kneel still, for mine.
Her haughty beauty vex,
Till trembling virgins learn this truth
Men can revenge their sex!
THE LAST BILLET.
SEPTEMBER and November now were past,
When men in bonfires did their firing waste:
Yet still my monumental log did last :
To begging boys it was not made a prey To Ganges' banks, and China farther east,
On the king's birth or coronation day. To Carolina, and the distant west,
Why with those oaks, under whose sacred shade Your name shall fly, and every where be blest; Through Spain and tracts of Lybian sands shall go
Charles was preserv'd, should any fire be made?
At last a frost, a disinal frost, there came, To Russian limits, and to Zembla's snow.”
Like that which made a market upon Thame: Then shall my eager Muse expand her wing, Your love of justice and your goodness sing;
Unruly company would then have made
Fire with this log, whilst thus its owner pray'd: Your greatness, equal to the state you hold;
“ Thou that art worsbip'd in Dodona's grove, In counsel wise, in execution bold; How there appears, in all that you dispense,
From all thy sacred trees fierce flames remove:
Preserve this groaning branch, O hear my prayer, Beauty, good-nature, and the strength of sense.
Spare me this one, this one poor billet spare;
That, having many fires and flames withstood,
say you love; repeat avain, Repeat th' amazing sound, Repeat the ease of all my pain,
The cure of every wound,
To me you freely give;
Your mercy bids me live.
Endymion sigbing lay;
Despair’d, and durst not pray.
Th’ effect of conquering charins : Unask'd the goddess brings relief,
And falls into his arms.
IN IMITATION OF PETRARCH,
Cæsar forgets his sex and state,
Wishes he had at least a milder fate,
David with grief his conquest views:
And in soft verse the mournful theme pursues,
Yet no frail pity in her looks appears;
Her eyes betray no careless tears,
With due submission, tell him you are mine,
I'll search Heaven, Earth, Hell, seas, and air, And that you trouble him with this design,
And that shall set me free: Exactly to inform his noble youth
Oh, Laura's image will be there Of what you heard just now from vanquish'd Where Laura will not be. Truth:
My soul must still endure the pain, “ Conquer'd, undone! "Tis strange thatthere should
And with fresh torment rare: In this confession pleasure ev'n to me.
For none can ever break the chain
That once was Laura's slave.
TIE SOLDIER'S WEDDING.
A SOLILOQUY BY NAN THRASHERWELL. I find myself insensibly betray'd. (suade; Whilst he pursues his conquest, I retreat,
Being part of a play called The New Troop. And by that name would palliate my defeat. “ But here methinks I do the prospect see
O my dear Thrasherwell, you're gone to sea, Of all those triumphs be prepares for me,
And happiness inust ever banish'd be When Virtue or when Innocence opprest
From our flock-bed, our garret, and from me! Fly for sure refuge to his generous breast;
Perhaps he is on land at Portsmouth now When with a noble mien his youth appears,
In the embraces of some Hampshire sow, And gentle voice persuades the listening peers,
Who, with a wanton pat, cries, “ Now, my dear, Judges shall wonder when be clears the laws, You're wishing for some Wapping doxy bere.”Dispelling mists, which long have hid their cause: “ Pox on them all! but most on bouncing Nan, Then, by his aid, aid that can never fail,
With whom the torments of my life began: Ev'n I, though conquer'd now, shall sure prevail:
She is a bitter one!”—You lye, you rogue; Thousands of wreaths to me he shall repay,
You are a treacherous, false, ungrateful dog. For that one laurel Errour wears to-day.”,
Did not I take yon up without a shirt? [dirt!
Did I not then, before the serjeant's face,
And Thrasherwell before all others choose,
Curs'd be the day when you produc'd your sword, I toasted you, for you I fought,
The just revenges of your injur'd word!
The inartial vouth round in a circle stood,
With envious looks of love, and itching blood: I griev'd to be denied:
You, with some oaths that signified consent, You said, “ Till I to wander ceas'd,
Cried “ Tom is Nan's!” and o'er the sword you You'd guard your heart with pride."
went, I, that once feign'd too many lies,
Then I with some more modesty would step: In height of passion swore,
The ensign thump'd my bum, and made me leap. By you and other deities,
I lcap'd indeed; and you prevailing men
Leave us no power of leaping back again.
No longer false and vajn:
THE OLD CHEESE.
Whose diligence and cleanliness supplied
The wit which Nature had to him denied :
But then she had a tongue that would be heard, I'll from my breast tear fond desire,
And make a better man than Slouch afeard.
This made censorious persons of the town
Say, Slouch could hardly call his soul his own: And quench the flame with wine.
For, if he went abroad too much, she'd use
To give him slippers, and lock up his shoes. Perhaps in groves and cooling shade
Talking he lor'd, and ne'er was more afflicted Soft slumbers 1 may find :
Than when he was disturb'd or contradicted: There all the vows to Laura made,
Yet still into his story she would break
With, “ 'Tis pot so-pray give me leave to speak."
Not differing much from calling of him fool; Oh, music will the pain prolong,
Told him, he must exert himself, and be And is the food of love.
In fact the master of his family.
He said, “That the next Tuesday noon would Jolt, thinking marriage was decreed by Fate, show
Which sbows us whom to love, and whom to hate, Whether he were the lord at home, or no; To a young, handsome, jolly lass, macie court, When their good company he would entreat
And gave his friends convincing reasons fort, To well-brer'd ale, and clean, if homely, meat."
That, since in life such mischief must he had, With aching heart home to his wife he goes,
Beauty had something still that was not bad. And on his knees does his rash act disclose,
Within two months, Fortune was pleas'd to send And prays dear Sukey, that, one day at least,
A tinker to Clod's house, with “Brass to mend." He might appear as master of the feast. [sec The good old wife survey'd the brawny spark, " I'll grant your wish,” cries she, " that you may
And found his chine was large, though counte'Twere wisdom to be govern'd still by me."
nance dark. The guests upon the day appointed came,
First she appears in all her airs, then tries Each bowsy farmer with his simpering dame.
The squinting efforts of her amorous eyes. “ Ho! Sue !” cries Slouch, “ why dost not thou Much time was spent, and much desire exprest: appear!
At last the tinker cried, “ Few words are best: Are these thy manners when aunt Snap is here?”
Give me that skillet then; and, if I'm true, I pardon ask,” says Sue; “I'd not offend I dearly earn it for the work I do.” . Ang iny dear invites, much less his friend." They 'greed; they parted. On the tinker goes,
Slouch by his kinsman Gruffy had been taught With the same stroke of pan, and twang of nose, To entertain his friends with finding fault,
Till he at Jolt's beheld a sprightly dame And make the main ingredient of his treat
That set his native vigour all on flame. His saying, “ There was nothing fit to eat:
He looks, sighs, faints, at last begins to cry, The boild pork stinks, the roast beef's not enough,
“ And can you then let a young tinker die ?" The bacon's rusty, and the hens are tough ;
Says she, “ Give me your skillet then, and try." The real's all rags, the butter's turn'd to oil;
My skillet! Both my heart and skillet take; And thus I buy good meat for sluts to spoil.
I wish it were a copper for your sake." 'Tis we are the first Slouches ever sate
After all this, not many days did pass, Down to a pudding without plumbs or fat.
Clod, sitting at Jolt's house, survey'd the brass What teeth or stomach's strong enough to feed And glittering pewter standing on the shelf; l'pon a goose my grannum kept to breed? Then, after some gruff muttering with himself, Why must old pigeons, and they stale, be drest,
Cried, “ Prythee, Jolt, how came that skillet When there's so many squab ones in the nest ?
thine?" This beer is sour; this musty, thick, and stale,
“ You know as well as I,” quoth Jolt; “ 't'en't And worse than any thing, except the ale.”
[matter Sue all this while many excuses made:
But I'll ask Nan." 'Twas done; Nan told the Some things she own'd; at other times she laid In truth as 'twas; then cried, “ You've got the The fault on chance, but oftener on the maid.
better : Then cheese was brought. Says Slouch, “ This For, tell me, dearest, whether you would chuse e'en shall roll:
To be a gainer by me, or to lose. I'm sure 'tis hard enough to make a bowl:
As for our neighbour Clod, this I dare say,
We've beauty and a skillet more than they."
Tom Banks by native industry was taught
The various arts how fishes might be caught. Alone, and none of all his friends, inight see; Sometimes with trembling reed and single hair, And brandishing a cudgel he had felt,
And bait conceal’d, he'd for their death prepare, And far enough on this occasion smelt;
With melancholy thoughts and downcast eyes, “ PU try, my joy!” she cried, “if I can please Expecting till deceit had gaind its prize. My dearest with a taste of his old cheese!"
Sumetimes in rivulet quick, and water clear, Slouch turnd his head, saw his wife's vigorous They'd meet a fate more generous from his spear. Wielding her oaken sapling of command, [hand | 'To basket oft be'd pliant oziers turn, Knew well the twang: “Is't the old cheese, my Where they might entrance find, but no return. dear?
H's net well pois'd with lead he'd sometimes throw, No need, no need of cheese,” cries Slouch : “I'll Encircling thus his captives all below. swear,
But, when he would a quick destruction make,
He'd through the stream, where most descending,
Would drive his prey out from their oozy holes,
And so pursue them down the rolling flood, Two neighbours, Clod and Jolt, would married be; Gasping for breath, and almost choakd with mud, But did not in their choice of wives agree.
Till they, of farther passage quite bereft, Clod thought a cuckold was a monstrous beast,
Were in the mash with gills entangled left. With two huge glaring eyes and spreading crest:
Trot, who liv'd down the stream, ne'er thought Therefore, resolving never to be such,
his beer Married a wife none but himself could touch. Was good, unless he had his water clear.
He goes to Banks, and thus begins his tale: As to the taper, it could be no theft,
As void of money as he was of care,
With Strap the constable by fortune meets, Yet 't'en't my fault; but so 'tis Fortune tries one, Whose lanterns glare in the most silent streets, To make his meat' become his neighbour's poison; Resty, impatient any one should be And so we pray for winds upon this coast, So bold as to be drunk that night but he: By which on t'other navies may be lost.
Stand; who goes there," cried Strap, " at Therefore in patience rest, though I proceed :
hours so late?
“ See here my staff,” cries Strap; trembling A CASE OF CONSCIENCE.
Its radiant paint, and ornamental gold: OLD Paddy Scot, with none of the best faces, Wooden authority when thus I wield, Had a most knotty pate at solving cases;
Persons of all degrees obedience yield. In any point could tell you, to a hair,
Then, be you the best man in all the city, When was a grain of honesty to spare.
Mark me! I to the Counter will commit ye." It happen'd, after prayers, one certain night, “ You! kiss, and so forth. For that never At home he had occasion for a light
If that be all, commit me if you dare; (spare: To turn Socinus, Lessius, Escobar,
No person yet, either through fear or shame, Fam'd Covarruvias, and the great Navarre : Durst commit me, that once had heard my name."And therefore, as he from the chapel came, “ Pray then, what is't ?"_“My name's Adultery; Extinguising a yellow taper's flame,
And, faith, your future life would pleasant be,
From London Paul the carrier coming down Paddy with studied gravity replies,
To Wantage, meets a beauty of the town; “ That's as the place or as the matter lies: They both accost with salutation pretty, If from a place unsacred you should take
As, “ How do'st, Paul?"_" Thank you: aud A sacred thing, this sacrilege would make;
how do'st, Betty ?" Or an unsacred thing from sacred place,
“ Didst see our Jack, nor sister? No, you're seen, There would be nothing different in the case; I warrant, none but those who saw the queen." But, if both thing and place should sacred be,
Many words spoke in jest,” says Paul," are "Twere height of sacrilege, as doctors all agree."
true, “ Then,” says the doctor, “for more light in I came from Windsor'; and, if some folks knew To put a special case, were not amiss. [this, As much as I, it might be well for you." Suppose a man should take a Common Prayer “Lord, Paul! what is't?"_"Why give me someOut of a chapel where there's some to spare ?”
thing fort, “ A Common Prayer !” says Paddy, “ that This kiss; and this. The matter then is short: would be
The parliament have made a proclamation, A sacrilege of an intense degree.”
Which will this week be sent all round the nation; “ Suppose that one should in these holidays
That maids with little mouths do all prepare Take thence a bunch of rosemary or bays?”
On Sunday next to come before the mayor, " I'd not be too censorious in that case,
And that all bachelors be likewise there : But 'twould be sacrilege still from the place." For maids with little mouths shall, if they please,
" What if a man should from the chapel take From out of these young men choose two apiece." A taper's end : should he a scruple make,
Betty, with bridled chin, extends her face, If homeward to his chambers he should go, And then contracts her lips with simpering grace, Whether 'twere theft, or sacrilege, or no ?” Cries, “Hem! pray what must all the buge ones do The sly insinuation was perceiv'd:
For husbands, when wc little mouths have two?" Says Paddy, “ Doctor, you may be deceird, Unless in cases you distinguish right;
Where queen Anne and her court frequently But this may be resolv'd at the first sight.