Away they came, through thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn:
'('Twas on the night of a Debate,
When all their Lordships had fate latei)

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Behold the place, where if a Poet Shin'd in Description, he might show it; Tell how the Moon-beam trembling falls, And tips with Silver all the walls;

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Palladian walls, Venetian doors,

Grotesco roofs, and Stucco floors:

But let it (in a word) be said,
The Moon was up, and Men a-bed,
The Napkin 's white, the Carpet red:
The Guests withdrawn had left the Treat,
And down the Mice sate," tête à tête."
Our Courtier walks from dish to dith,
Tastes for his Friend of Fowl and Fish;
Tells all their names, lays_down the law,
"Que ça est bon! Ah goûtez ça!

Agrestem pepulere, domo levis exfilit: inde
Ambo propofitum peragunt iter, urbis aventes
Moenia nocturni fubrepere. jamque tenebat
Nox medium coeli spatium, cum ponit uterque
In locuplete domo vestigia: rubro ubi cocco
Tincta super lectos canderet vestis eburnos;
Multaque de magna superessent fercula coena,
Quae procul exstructis inerant hesterna canistris.
Ergo ubi purpurea porrectum in veste locavit
Agrestem; veluti succinctus cursitat hofpes,

"That

"That Jelly 's rich, this Malmsey healing,
"Pray dip your Whiskers and your Tail in."
Was ever such a happy Swain?
He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again.
"I'm quite asham'd-'tis mighty rude
"To eat so much-but all 's so good.
" I have a thousand thanks to give-
"My Lord alone knows how to live."
No fooner faid, but from the Hall
Rush Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all:

A Rat, a Rat! clap to the door"-
The Cat comes bouncing on the floor.
O for the heart of Homer's Mice,
Or Gods to save them in a trice!
(It was by Providence they think,
For your damn'd Stucco has no chink.)
"An't please your Honour, quoth the Peasant,
"This same Dessert is not so pleasant:
"Give me again my hollow Tree,
" A Cruft of Bread, and Liberty!"

Continuatque dapes: nec non verniliter ipfis
Fungitur officiis, praelambens omne quod affert.
Ille cubans gaudet mutata forte, bonisque
Rebus agit laetum convivam: cum fubito ingens
Valvarum ftrepitus lectis excussit utrumque.
Currere per totum pavidi conclave; magisque
Exanimes trepidare, fimul domus alta Molofsis
Perfonuit canibus. tum rusticus, Haud mihi vita
Eit opus hac, ait, et valeas: me sylva, cavusque
Tutus ab infidiis tenui solabitur ervo.

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GAIN? new Tumults in

my breast?

Ah spare me, Venus' let me, let me reft!

I am not now, alas! the man

As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne.

Ah found no more thy foft alarms,

Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms!

Mother too fierce of dear Defires!

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.

To Number five direct your Doves,

There spread round Murray all your blooming Loves;
Noble

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Ad VENEREM.

NTERMISSA, Venus, diu

Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor.

Non fum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium

Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus

Jam durum imperiis: abi

Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces.

Tempeftivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,

Noble and young, who strikes the heart
With every sprightly, every decent part;
Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To clarm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend.
He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind: To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face: His House, embofom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to focial life and social love,

Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,
Where Thames reflects the visionary scene:

Thither the filver-founding lyres

Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Defires;

Commissabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum.

Namque et nobilis, et decens,

Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium,

Late figna feret militiae tuae.

-Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riferit aemuli,

Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea.

-Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura; lyraque et Berocynthiae

There,

There, every Grace and Muse shall throng,...
Exalt the dance, or animate the song;
There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,
Shall hail the rifing, close the parting day.
With me, alas! those joys are o'er;
For me the vernal garlands bloom no more.
Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire,-

The ftill-believing, still renew'd defire;

Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,
And all the kind Deceivers of the foul!

But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear?

Why words fo flowing, thoughts so free,

Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee?? Thee, dress'd in Fancy's airy beam,

Absent I follow through th' extended Dream;

Now

Delectabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fiftula..

Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum : Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui,

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacryma per genas?