When first TOBACCO bleft our Ifle,
Then think of other Queens-and finile.
Come jovial Pipe, and bring along
Midnight Revelry and Song;

The merry Catch, the Madrigal,
That echoes fweet in City Hall;
The Parfon's Pun, the smutty Tale
Of country Juftice o'er his Ale.
I ask not what the French are doing,
Or Spain to compafs Britain's Ruin :
Britons, if undone, can go,
Where TOBACCO loves to

THE

THE

PLEASURE of being OUT OF DEBT.

HORACE, Ode XXII. Book 1. imitated

TH

Integer vitae fcelerifque purus, &c.

I.

HE Man, who not a Farthing owes,
Looks down with fcornful eye on thofe,

Who rife by Fraud and Cunning;

Though in the Pig-market he ftand
With Aspect grave and clear-starch'd band,
He fears no Tradefman's Dunning.

II.

He paffes by each shop in Town,
Nor hides his Face beneath his gown,
No dread his heart invading;

He quaffs the Nectar of the Tuns,
Or on a fpur-gall'd Hackney runs,
To London Masquerading.

III.

What Joy attends a new-paid debt!

Our Manciple I lately met

Of Visage wife and prudent;

I on the nail my Battels paid,
The Monster turn'd away difmay'd.

Hear this, each Oxford Student!

IV.

IV.

With Juftice and with Truth to trace
The griefly features of his Face,

Exceeds all Man's recounting;
Suffice, he look'd as grim and four
As any Lion in the Tower,

Or half-ftarv'd Cat-a-Mountain.

V.

A Phiz fo grim you scarce can meet
In Bedlam, Newgate, or the Fleet,
Dry Nurse of Faces horrid !

Not BUCKHORSE, fierce with many a bruife,
Difplays fuch complicated Hues

On his undaunted Forehead.

vi.

Place me on Scotlands bleakeft hill,

provided I can pay my Bill,

Hang ev'ry thought of Sorrow;

There falling Sleet, or Froft or Rain,
Attack a foul refolv'd in vain :

To Heddington then let me ftray,
And take Jo. Pullen's Tree away,

I'll ne'er complain of Phœbus;

But

But while he fcorches up the Grafs,
I'll fill a Bumper to my Lafs,

And toaft her in a Rebus.

ODE to an EAGLE,
Confined in a COLLEGE COURT.

Quis tam crudeles optavit fumere pœnas,
Cui tantum de te licuit?

2

VIRG.

Atque affigit bumi dievere particulam aura. Hor

Mperial Bird, who wont to foar

IM

High o'er the roiling Cloud,

Where Hyperborean Mountains hoar

Their Heads in Ether throud ;

Thou fervant of Almighty Jove,

Who free and swift as thought, could'st rove
To the bleak North's extremeft Goal ;-
Thou, who magnanimous could't bear
The fovereign Thund'rer's Arms in Air,
And shake thy native pole !-

II.

Oh cruel Fate! what barbarous hand,

What more than Gothic Ire,

At fome fierce Tyrant's dread Command,

To check thy daring Fire,

Has

Has plac'd thee in this fervile Cell,
Where Difcipline and Dulness dwell;
Where Genius ne'er was feen to roam:
Where ev'ry selfish Soul's at reft,

Nor ever quits the carnal Breaft,

But lurks and fneaks at Home!

III.

Though dim'd thine Eye, and clipt thy wing.
So grov'ling! once fo great!
The grief-inspired Muse shall fing
In tend'reft Lays thy Fate:
What time by thee scholaftic Pride,
Takes his precife, pedantic Stride,

Nor on thy Mis'ry cafts a care;

The Stream of Love ne'er from his Heart
Flows out, to act fair pity's part;

But ftinks, and ftagnates there.

IV.

Yet ufeful ftill, hold to the Throng→→→→

Hold the reflecting Glass,

That not untutor❜d at thy wrong

The passenger may pass:

Thou Type of Wit and sense confin'd,
Cramp'd by th' Oppreffors of the Mind;

Born