His body long while like a pendulum went;
But all he could do did not alter the scent.

Derry down, &c.
Thus hipp'd he got up and pull'd off his cloaths,
He peep'd in his breeches and smelt to his hofe,
And the very next morning fresh cloaths he put on,
All, all but a waistcoat, for he had but one.

Derry, down, &c. But changing his cloaths did not alter the cafe, And fo he stunk on for three weeks and three days; Till to fend for a doctor he thought it most meet; For tho' he was not, yet his life it was sweet.

Derry down, &c.

The doctor he came, felt his pulse in a trice;
Then crept at a distance to give his advice :
But fweating, nor bleeding, nor purging would do,
For instead of one ftink this only made two.

Derry down, &c.

The friar oft-times to his glafs would repair,

But to death he was frighten'd when e'er he came there; His eyes were fo funk, and he look'd so aghást,

He verily thought he was ftinking his laft.

Derry down, &c.

So for credit he haftens to burn all his profe,
And into the fire his verfes he throws;

When searching his pockets to make up the pile,
He found out the Snipe, that had ftunk all the while.

Derry down, &c:

So

So he hopes you will not think him wholfome again,
Since his waistcoat, discovers the cause of his pain:
To conclude, the poor Friar intreats you to note,
That you might have beeen sweet had you been in his

coat.

Dery down, &c

EPIGRAM in MARTIAL,

CA

A

Literally Tranflated.

Allidus impofuit nuper mihi Caupo Ravennæ
Cum peterem mixtum, vendidit ille merum.

TABLE TALK.

Written in the Year 1745.

By Mr. KIDGELL of HERTFORD COLLEGE.

----Votum, Timor, Ira, Voluptas,
Gaudia, Difcurfus, noftri, Farrago Libelli.

WHEN

JUVENAL

THEN lovely Cælia had refign'd
The dear Delights of Womankind,
And could, without Reluctance, fee
The Powers of Talk-inspiring Tea,
Imperial in its laft Decay

Glad Mrs. Betty's harmless Prey;
When all the Fountains that fupply
The Pools of rich Quadrille were dry,
And each promifcuous Fish was feen
Stretch'd on the Pearl-befpangled Green;
When Phabus had confign'd his Pow'r
To a mild Evening's cooler Hour,
And lent the Jewels of his Light
'T' adorn the Empress of the Night,
'Twas folemnly agreed upon
By Mary Cook, and Butler John,

That

That Supper in the Parlour fhou'd be
With Expedition vast as cou'd be ;
For Mafter with Delay was hungry,
And Mistress with Impatience angry.
Swift as the Word the Cloth was laid,
And all was hufh'd while Grace was faid,
When filence once again gave Way
To bring Difcourfe again in Play.

"But, Sir, if these Accounts are true,
The Dutch have mighty Things in View ;
The Auftrians-I admire French-Beans,
Dear Maem, above all Sorts of Greens,
They fay the Pruffian Schemes are quash'd-
Oh Maem, 'tis admirably hafh'd-

Some Pepper-and I hear Argyle

A little Vinegar and Oil

But that, perhaps, is all a Jeft, Sir▬▬▬▬▬

Maem, which you pleafe-which you like beft, Sir

I think green Peas- -if understood

The Grand Duke's Schemes are lovely good

Mix'd, Mr. John

will humble France

Sir, your good Health-but that's a Chance

Mifs Hariot's vaftly grown, Maem-why,

So her Papa thinks-Mrs. Fry

Is out of Patience- -Maém à Piece

Of Sturgeon

with her little Niece,

They're both Year's Children-John, fome Bread-
But Harriet's taller by the Head.

She came from School, ftay let me fee,
I think 'twas-Almond Flummery,
Venture to tafle it, Mr. Sear

The night that Garrick play'd King Lear.
Oh, I remember! Dearest Maem, let
Me help you when he acted Hamlet
My filter Afbburnham had on

Her Pink and Silver-Hark'ee, Jobn
And fome rude Rabble from the Gallery—
The Soup taftes delicate of Celery.

Threw God knows what upon her Sleeve-
She's got it out, Maem, I perceive.
Oh, no, Maem, she was forc'd to buy
(Your humble Servant Dr. Dry)

A whole new Breadth we had fuch Sport→→→
Of Mrs. Vokes in Old Round Court.

Dear Mrs. Chatwell, have you heard

To me a Teal's a better Bird-
How Mrs. Branche's Caufe goes on ?
A little Water, Mr. John-

O Mrs. Branche! I can't abide her
Pray, Mr. James, a Glafs of Cyder.
Some faya little Butter mix'd'
With Capers-she is fo unfix'd,
She can't

eats moft delightful in it

Continue in a Mind one Minute.

No! Carp, Maem, is--and fo we fee

Above