When folks might see thee all the country round.
For sixpence, I'd have given a thousand pound.
Lord! when the giant babe that head of thine
Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine!
When in the marrow-bone I see thee ramm'd,
Or on the house-top by the monkey cramm'd,
The piteous images renew my pain,

And all thy dangers I weep o'er again.
But on the maiden's nipple when you rid,
Pray Heaven, 'twas all a wanton maiden did!
Glumdalclitch, too! with thee I mourn her case:
Heaven guard the gentle girl from all disgrace!
Oh may the king that one neglect forgive,
And pardon her the fault by which I live!
Was there no other way to set him free?
My life, alas! I fear, proved death to thee.

Oh teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame !
Teach me to woo thee by thy best loved name!
Whether the style of Grildrig please thee most,
So call'd on Brobdignag's stupendous coast,
When on the monarch's ample hand you sate,
And halloo'd in his ear intrigues of state;
Or Quinbus Flestrin more endearment brings,
When like a mountain you look'd down on kings:
If ducal Nardac, Lilliputian peer,

Or Glumglum's humbler title soothe thy ear:
Nay, would kind Jove my organs so dispose,
To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the nose,
I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high-sounding name;
Thy children's noses all should twang the same;
So might I find my loving spouse of course
Endued with all the virtues of a horse.

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A FRAGMENT OF A POEM.

O WRETCHED B-1 jealous now of all,
What god, what mortal shall prevent thy fall?
Turn, turn thy eyes from wicked men in place,
And see what succour from the patriot race.
C————,2 his own proud dupe, thinks monarchs things
Made just for him, as other fools for kings;
Controls, decides, insults thee every hour,
And antedates the hatred due to power.

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Through clouds of passion P's3 views are clear; He foams a patriot to subside a peer; Impatient sees his country bought and sold, And damns the market where he takes no gold. Grave, righteous S-4 jogs on till, past belief, He finds himself companion with a thief.

To purge and let thee blood with fire and sword, Is all the help stern S-5 would afford.

That those who bind and rob thee would not kill, Good Chopes, and candidly sits still.

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Of Chs W7 who speaks at all, No more than of Sir Har-y or Sir P————8 Whose names once up, they thought it was not wrong To lie in bed, but sure they lay too long.

G―r, Cm, B-t,9 pay thee due regards, Unless the ladies bid them mind their cards.

with wit that must

And Cd10 who speaks so well and writes,
Whom (saving W.) every S. harper bites,

must needs,

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B-:' Britain.-2C-:' Cobham. - 'P's:' Pulteney's.'S: Sandys.-5'S- -:' Shippen.—C—:' Perhaps the Earl of Carlisle.- Ch" -s W-:' Sir Charles Hanbury Williams.- Sir Har-y or Sir P-:' Sir Henry Oxenden or Sir Paul Methuen.-9 G- ―r, C—m, B-t:' Lords Gower, Cobham, and Bathurst.—10 C―d:' Chesterfield.

Whose wit and . . . equally provoke one,

Finds thee, at best, the butt to crack his joke on.
As for the rest, each winter up they run,
And all are clear, and something must be done.
Then urged by C- -t, or by C-t stopp'd,
Inflamed by P-

2 and by P― dropp'd ;

They follow reverently each wondrous wight,
Amazed that one can read, that one can write :
So geese to gander prone obedience keep,
Hiss, if he hiss, and if he slumber, sleep.
Till having done whate'er was fit or fine,
Utter'd a speech, and ask'd their friends to dine;
Each hurries back to his paternal ground,
Content but for five shillings in the pound,
Yearly defeated, yearly hopes they give,
And all agree Sir Robert cannot live.

Rise, rise, great W-3 fated to appear,
Spite of thyself a glorious minister!

Speak the loud language princes

And treat with half the

Though still he travels on no bad pretence, To shew

Or those foul copies of thy face and tongue, Veracious W5 and frontless Young;6 Sagacious Bub, so late a friend, and there

So late a foe, yet more sagacious H-?8

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1 C―t:' Lord Carteret. P—:' William Pulteney, created in 1742 Earl of Bath.3 W— : ' Walpole.-' H——:' either Sir Robert's brother Horace, who had just quitted his embassy at the Hague, or his son Horace, who was then on his travels.—5 W—:'W. Winnington.-Young: 'Sir William Young.-Bub: 'Dodington.-H-:'probably Hare, Bishop of Chicheste VOL. II.

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Hervey and Hervey's school, F, H—y,1 H——n2
Yea, moral Ebor,3 or religious Winton.
How! what can 0——w, what can D
The wisdom of the one and other chair,
N-5 laugh, or D-s6 sager,

Or thy dread truncheon M's7 mighty peer?
What help from J's opiates canst thou draw,
Or H- -k's quibbles voted into law?

C-10 that Roman in his nose alone,

Who hears all causes, B-11 but thy own,

Or those proud fools whom nature, rank, and fate
Made fit companions for the sword of state.

Can the light packhorse, or the heavy steer,
The sowzing prelate, or the sweating peer,
Drag out, with all its dirt and all its weight,
The lumb'ring carriage of thy broken state?
Alas! the people curse, the carman swears,
The drivers quarrel, and the master stares.

The plague is on thee, Britain, and who tries To save thee, in th' infectious office dies.

ΤΟ

The first firm Py soon resign'd his breath,
Brave S―――w 12 loved thee, and was lied to death.
Good M-m-t's 13 fate tore Pth 14 from thy side,
And thy last sigh was heard when Wm 15 died. 80
Thy nobles sls,16 thy ses17 bought with gold,
Thy clergy perjured, thy whole people sold.

'Ebor:'

16F, H -y:' Fox and Henley.- H- -n:' Hinton.Blackburn, Archbishop of York, and Hoadley, Bishop of Winchester.— 40-w: Onslow, Speaker of the House of Commons, and the Earl of Delawar, Chairman of the Committees of the House of Lords.—3 N— : ' Newcastle. 'D's sager :' Dorset ; perhaps the last word should be sneer.— 'M-'s:' Duke of Marlborough.- 'J- -'s:' Jekyll.- 'H—k's: ' Hardwick.'C-:' probably Sir John Cummins, Lord Chief-Justice of the Common Pleas.-"B: Britain.-12 S- -w: Earl of Scarborough.13M-m-t's: ' Marchmont.-P-th:' Polwarth, son to Lord Marchmont.-15 W—m:' Wyndham.—16 Sl-8: 'slaves.—17' Se—-—8: ' senates.

Alas! on one alone our all relies,

Let him be honest, and he must be wise,
Let him no trifler from his

school,

still a

Be but a man! unminister'd, alone,

And free at once the senate and the throne;
Esteem the public love his best supply,
A o's2 true glory his integrity:

Rich with his . . . in his . . . strong,
Affect no conquest, but endure no wrong.
Whatever his religion or his blood,

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His public virtue makes his title good.
Europe's just balance and our own may stand,
And one man's honesty redeem the land.

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THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE.4

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SAY, St John, who alone peruse
With candid eye the mimic Muse,
What schemes of politics, or laws,
In Gallic lands the patriot draws!
Is then a greater work in hand,

Than all the tomes of Haines's band?

Or shoots he folly as it flies?

Or catches manners as they rise?'

Or urged by unquench'd native heat,

Does St John Greenwich sports repeat?

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.:'administration.-2 King's.-3 'Religion:' an allusion perhaps to Frederick Prince of Wales. First Book of Horace: attri buted to Pope.