What though the royal carcass must,
Squeez'd in a coffin, turn to dust;
Those elements her name compose,
Like atoms, are exempt from blows.
Though Caroline may fill your gaps,
Yet still you must consult your maps;
Find rivers with harmonious names,
Sabrina, Medway, and the Thames.
Britannia long will wear like steel,
But Albion's cliffs are out at heel;
And patience can endure no more
o hear the Belgic lion roar.
Give up the phrase of haughty Gaul,
But proud Iberia soundly maul:
Restore the ships by Philip taken,
And make him crouch to save his bacon.
Nassau, who got the name of Glorious,
Because he never was victorious,
A hanger-on has always been;
For old acquaintance bring him in.
To Walpole you might lend a line,
But much I fear he's in decline;
And, if you chance to come too late,
When he goes out, you share his fate,
And bear the new successor's frown;
Or, whom you once sang up, sing down.
Reject with scorn that stupid notion,
To praise your hero for devotion;
Nor entertain a thought so odd,
That princes should believe in God;
But follow the securest rule,
And turn it all to ridicule:
'Tis grown the choicest wit at court, And gives the maids of honour sport;
For, since they talk'd with Doctor Clarke,
They now can venture in the dark:
That sound divine the truth has spoke all,
And pawn'd his word, Hell is not local.
This will not give them half the trouble:
Of bargains sold, or meanings double.
Supposing now your song is done,
To mynheer Handel next you run, .
Who artfully will pare and prune
Your words to some Italian tune ::
Then print it in the largest letter;
With capitals, the more the better.
Present it boldly on your knee,
And take a guinea for your fee.
OUR schoolmaster may rave i' th' fit
Of classic beauty hæc et illa,
Not all his birch inspires such wit
As th' ogling beams of Domitilla:
*Rhimes disposed in order, which are given to a poet, together with a subject, on which he is obliged to make verses, using the same words, and in the same order. The extravagance of a poet, named du Lot, gave occasion to this invention, about the year 1649. The most odd, out of the way rhimes were chosen; and every one en deavoured to fill them up as exactly as possible.-Mr. Addison, in the Spectator, No. 60, adduces them as an instance of the decay of wit and learning among the French; and observes, that this piece of false wit has been finely ridiculed by Mr. Sarasin, in "La Defaits des Bouts Riméz." W. B.
Let nobles toast, in bright champaign,
Nymphs higher born than Domitilla; I'll drink her health, again, again,
In Berkeley's tar, or sars'parilla.
At Goodman's Fields I've much admired
The postures strange of monsieur Brilla; But what are they to the soft step,
The gliding air, of Domitilla?
Virgil has eternized in song
The flying footsteps of Camilla.; Sure, as a prophet, he was wrong;
He might have dream'd of Domitilla..
Great Theodose condemn'd a town
For thinking ill of his Placilla:
And deuse take London! if some knight
O' th' city wed not Domitilla..
Wheeler, sir George, in travels wise,
Gives us a medal of Plantilla ;
But O! the empress
Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla..
Not all the wealth of plunder'd Italy,
Piled on the mules of king At-tila,
Is worth one glove (I'll not tell a bit a lie)
Or garter, snatch'd from Domitilla..
Five years a nymph at certain hamlet,
Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a-
-bus'd much my heart, and was a damn'd let
To verse-but now for Domitilla,
Dan Pope consigns Belinda's watch
To the fair sylphid Monentilla, And thus I offer up my catch
To th' snow-white hands of Domitilla.
OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNIES, UPON THEIR RIDING THE CIRCUIT.
Now the active young attornies
Briskly travel on their journies,
Looking big as any giants,
On the horses of their clients;
Like so many little Mars's
With their tilters at their a―s,
Brazen hilted, lately burnish'd,
And with harness buckles furnish'd,
And with whips and spurs so neat,
And with jockey coats complete,
And with boots so very greasy,
And with saddles eke so easy.
And with bridles fine and gay,
Bridles borrow'd for a day,
Bridles destin'd far to roam,
Ah! never, never to come home.
And with hats so very big, sir,
And with powder'd caps and wigs, sir,
And with ruffles to be shown,
Cambric ruffles not their own;
And with Holland shirts so white,
Shirts becoming to the sight,
Shirts bewrought with different letters,
As belonging to their betters.
With their pretty tinsel'd boxes,
Gotten from their dainty doxies,
And with rings so very trim,
Lately taken out of lim—*
And with very little pence,
And as very little sense;
With some law, but little justice,
Having stolen from my hostess,
From the barber and the cutler,
Like the soldier from the sutler;
From the vintner and the tailor,
Like the felon from the jailor;
Into this and t' other county,
Living on the public bounty;
Thorough town and thorough village,
All to plunder, all to pillage;
Thorough mountains, thorough vallies,
Thorough stinking lanes and alleys,
kiss with farmers spouses,
And make merry in their houses;
Some to tumble country wenches
On their rushy beds and benches;
And if they begin a fray,
Draw their swords, and
All to murder equity,
And to take a double fee;
Till the people all are quiet,
And forget to broil and riot,
Low in pocket, cow'd in courage,
Safely glad to sup their porridge,
And vacation's over-then,
Hey, for London town again.
* A cant word for pawning. H.
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