"And this fame whore shall be a man, "As to outdo our friend the devil; 315 "A man is dying, thither then "But if a man have store of wealth, 320 "The devil has then no more to do, "But must be forc'd to let him go: "Thus to be bubbled of our prey. 325 "Shall many monafteries rise; 330 335 "The fellow shall find no more pain "Than if he were alive again." 340 Here Orpheus sigh'd, began to take on, Cry'd, "Could I find the whore you spake on "I'd give him my best flitch of bacon; "I'd give him cake and fugar'd fack " If he would bring my Dice back: "Rather than the should longer stay "I'd find some losty man to pray; "And then poor Dice, let him try her, " I dare say would requite the friar." Great Nofnotbocai smil'd to fee 345 350 Such goodness and simplicity; "Orpheus," said he, "I'd have you take "Some of these seeds here for my fake, 355 360 4 365 "Here take revenge, and malice without cause, T " "These storm, hail, plague, and tempest seeds, " And this a quintessence of weeds; "This the worst fort of artichoke, 370 "A plant that Pluto has himself bespoke; "Nourish it well, it is useful treachery; "This is a choice tho' little feed, a lie : "Here take some now from these prodigious loads "Of tender things that look like toads: 375 "In future times these finely drest "Shall each invade a prince's breast; """Tis flatt'ry seed; tho' thinly fown 380 386 "Take tyrant acorns, which will best advance "If sown in eastern climates or in France; "But these are things of most prodigious hopes, "They 're Jesuit bulbs ty'd up with ropes, "And these the devil's grafts for future Popes, "Which with fanaticism are join'd fo clean "You'd scarce believe a knife had pafs'd between! "Falsewitness seed had almost been forgot, ""Twill be your making should there be a plot. "And now, dear Orpheus! scatter these but well, "And you 'll deferve the gratitude of hell." Quoth Orpheus, "You shall be obey'd "In ev'ry thing that you have faid, "For mischief is the poet's trade; 390 395} "And whatsoever they shall bring "You may affure yourself I 'll fing. "But pray what poets shall we have "At my returning from the grave?" "Sad dogs!" quoth Bocai." Let me fee"But since what I say cannot shame them "I'll e'en refolve to never name them." "But now," says Bocai, " Sir, you may "Love is as hot as pepper'd brandy; 400 405 410 415 He fang, and pains themselves found ease; To hear the pity of those birds 420 Ev'n Bocai'stears fell down with Orpheus' words, . BRITAIN'S PALLADIUM, OR, LORDBOLINGBROKE'SWELCOMEFROM FRANCE*. "Et thure, et fidibus juvat "Cuftodes Numidæ Deos." Hor. lib. I. Od. xxxvi. ad Pomponium Numidam, ob cujus ex Hispania redditum gaudio exultat. WHAT noife is this that interrupts my fleep? What echoing shouts rise from the briny deep? And peace thro' all his flowing orb declares : Innumerable Tritons lead the way, 5 And crowds of Nereids round his chariot play: 10 By an aufpicious gale Britannia's fleet 15 * Lord Bolingbroke fet out for France (accompanied by Mr. Hare, one of his Underfecretaries, Mr. Prior, and the Abbe Gualtier) Aug. 2d, and arrived again in London Aug. 21ft 1712. |