His Swopping Tool of Generation Oh! by the Blood, &c. Therefore let us fing and dance a Galliard, Let us dabble, dive, and duck in Bowl. Oh! by the Blood of King Edward, A SONG SONG, In Honour of the celebration of the BOAR'S HEAD, At QUEEN'S COLLEGE OXFORD, Tam Marti quam Mercurio. Sing not of Roman or Grecian mad Games, The Pythian, Olympic, and fuch like hard Names Your Patience awhile with Submiffion I beg, I ftrive but to honour the Feast of Coll. Reg. Derry down, down, down, derry down. No Thracian Brawls at our Rites ère prevail, ; Though we honour a Boar, we wont make ourfelves Great Milo was famous for slaying his Ox, Derry down &c. Stout Hercules labour'd, and look'd mighty big, That the ftouteft of Boars, could not fave his own Bacon. So dreadful this briftle-back'd Foe did appear, He ramm'd in a Voluine, and cry'd-Græcum eft. Derry down, &c. In this gallant action fuch fortitude fhewn is, find Derry down, &c, Ye Squires that fear neither Hills nor rough Rocks, And think you're full wife when you outwit a fox Enrich your poor brains and expose them no more, Learn Greek, and feek Glory from hunting the Boar. Derry down, &c EPI EPIGRAM on an EPIGRAM Ο I NE Day in Chrift-church Meadows walking, An EPIGRAM, if right and good, In all it's circumstances shou'd Your Simile, I own, is new, But how do'ft make it out quoth Hugb? Make it at Top both wide and fit To hold a Budget-full of wit, And point it at the End *N. B. This Epigram is printed from the original Manuscript, preserved in the ARCHIVES of the JELLY-BAG SOCIETY. AN EPISTLE to Mr. ROBERT LOWTA In Imitation of HORACE, Book ii. Epift. 197 By the late Mr. CHRISTOPHER PITT, IS faid, dear Sir, no Poets please the town, 'Twho drink mere Water, though from Helicon For in cold blood they feldom boldly think; Till generous Bacchus help'd to fan the Fire. Rhyme all the Day, and fuddle all the night. と Homer, fays Horace, nods in many a place, But hints, he nodded oftner o'er the Glafs. Infpir'd with Wine old Ennius fung and thought, This |