The Word it now was Cent. per Cent.

But mark ye, Sirs, the End.

XV.

They, too intent on Cent. per Cent.

Their growing Gains pursue;

And Penny-wife, alack! forget
To give the Dog his Due.

XVI.

His Flounders they forgot to bring,
Nor Gudgeons did provide;

Nor laid they Salt upon his Tail:

And fo poor Toby dy'd.

XVII.

Tho' the Dog-ftar, the Learned fay,

Now mounting up the Skies,

Upon his Rival here below

Look'd down with envious Eyes;

XVIII.

And growl'd, and cock'd his Tail, and thence

Shot forth a killing Ray;

Now I am rifing, thou fhalt fet;

Each Dog must have his Day.

XIX.

So Toby dy'd: But if the Muse,

My Mufe, can ought foretell;

Babes yet unborn fhall fing his Fame,
In this fame Dog-ger-ell.

XX.

Then wish we all, fince from One Dog
Such Profits might have come;

That four and twenty Ships, next Year,
May bring a Couple Home.

An

An ODE of ANACREON, tranflated after the Greek Measure.

G

Δότε μοι, δότ ̓, ὦ γυναίκες, &c.

Ive, ye Nymphs, O give your Lover,
Give the Bowl, and flowing over;

See me panting, glowing, firing!

See me, fee me just expiring!

Give, ye Nymphs, from yonder Bowers,
Give me Wreaths of cooling Flowers;
See my Garlands all are wasted,

By my blazing Temples blasted !

But if Flames of Love invade Thee,

What, O what, my Heart, can fhade Thee!

Epitaph on a Man and his Wife.

Ere fleep, whom neither Life, nor Love,

Nor Friendship's strictest Tye,

Could in fuch close Embrace as Thou,

Thou faithful Grave, ally.

Preserve them, each diffolv'd in each,

For Bands of Love divine,

For Union only more complete,

I

Thou faithful Grave! than thine.

On the foregoing Epitaph.

F, as they tell us, Man and Wife

Are marry'd only but for Life;

Say then, ye learned Cafuifts, whether
They after Death fhould lie together.

PA

T

PASTORA L.

COLIN. THEN O T.

COLIN.

Henot, Good-day; fure thou art bent to

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In Wealth and Wisdom, thus to rife by Five.

THE NOT.

I rofe not, Truth to tell, to tend my Sheep;

'Twas Love, not Thrift, that broke my Morning

COLIN.

If Love thine Ailment is, fo foon to rise

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Perhaps may make Thee rich, but never wife.

THE NO T.

And why this Scoff? our Landlord has, they say,
Long woo'd, and lately wed a Lady gay;
And he is wife, or fure had ne'er been fent,
A Member for the Shire, to Parliament,

COLIN.

Yes, money'd Squires, that o'er the Country rule, May plead their Privilege to play the Fool;