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While the fierce monk does at his trial stand ;
He chews revenge, abjuring his offence:

Guile in his tongue, and murder in his hand,

He stabs his judge, to prove his innocence.
III.

The guilty ftroke and torture of the steel
Infix'd, our dauntlefs Briton scarce perceivės:
The wounds his country from his death muft feel,
The Patriot views; for thofe alone he grieves.

IV.

The barbarous rage that durft attempt thy life,
Harley, great counsellor, extends thy fame:
And the sharp point of cruel Guifcard's knife,
In brass and marble carves thy deathless name.
V.

Faithful affertor of thy country's caufe,

Britain with tears fhall bathe thy glorious wound:

She for thy fafety fhall enlarge her laws;

And in her statutes fhall thy worth be found.
VI.

Yet 'midft her fighs the triumphs, on the hand
Reflecting, that diffus'd the public woe;

A ftranger to her altars, and her land :

No fon of her's could meditate this blow.

VII.

Mean time thy pain is gracious Anna's care:
Our Queen, our Saint, with facrificing breath
Softens thy anguish: in her powerful prayer
She pleads thy fervice, and forbids thy death.
VIII. Great

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VIII.

Great as thou art, thou canft demand no more,

O breast bewail'd by earth: preferv'd by Heaven ! No higher can aspiring Virtue foar: Enough to thee of grief and fame is given.

AN EXTEMPORE INVITATION

TO THE

Earl of OXFORD, Lord High Treasurer, 1712.

MY LORD,

UR weekly friends to-morrow meet

OUR

At Matthew's palace, in Duke-street,

To try for once if they can dine
On bacon-ham and mutton-chine :

If, weary'd with the great affairs

Which Britain trufts to Harley's cares,
Thou, humble statesman, may'ft defcend,
Thy mind one moment to unbend;
To fee thy fervant from his foul

Crown with thy health the sprightly bowl:
Among the guests which e'er my house
Receiv'd, it never can produce
Of honour a more glorious proof —
Though Dorfet us'd to bless the roof.

ERLE

ERLE ROBERT'S MICE.

TW

IN CHAUCER'S STYLE.

WAY mice, full blythe and amicable,
Baten befide Erle Robert's table.

Lies there ne trap their necks to catch,
Ne old black cat their steps to watch,
Their fill they eat of fowl and fish;
Feast lyche as heart of mouse mote wish.
As guefts fat jovial at the board,
Forth leap'd our mice: eftfoons the lord
Of Boling, whilome John the Saint,
Who maketh oft' propos full queint,
Laugh'd jocund, and aloud he cried,
To Matthew feated on t' oth' fide;
To thee, lean Bard, it doth partain
To understand thefe creatures tweine.
Come frame us now fome clean device,
Or playfant rhyme on yonder mice:
They feem, God fhield me, Mat and Charles.
Bad as Sir Topas, or fquire Quarles,
(Matthew did for the nonce reply)

At emblem, or device am I :

But, could I chaunt, or rhyme, pardie,
Clear as Dan Chaucer, or as thee:
Ne verfe from me (fo God me fhrive)
On mouse, or other beast alive.

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Certes I have this many days,
Sent myne poetic herd to graze.
Ne armed knight ydrad in war
With lion fierce will I compare :
Ne judge unjust, with furred fox,
Harming in fecret guife the flocks:
Ne prieft unworth of goddefs coat,
To fwine ydrunk, or filthy ftoat.
Elk fimile farewell for aye,
From elephant, I trow, to flea.
Reply'd the friendlike peer, I weene, -
Matthew is angred on the spleen.
Ne fo, quoth Mat, ne shall be e'er,
With wit that falleth all fo fair:
Eftfoons, well weet ye, mine intent
Boweth to your commaundement.
'If by these creatures ye have feen,
Pourtrayed Charles and Matthew been
Behoveth neet to wreck my brain,
The reft in order to explain.

That cup-board, where the mice difport,
I liken to St. Stephen's Court * :
Therein is space enough, I trow,
For elke comrade to come and goe:
And therein eke may both be fed
With fhiver of the wheaten bread.

And when, as these mine eyne furvey,

They cease to skip, and squeak and play ;

The Exchequer.

Return

Return they may to different cells,

Auditing one, whilft t' other tells.

Dear Robert, quoth the Saint, whose mind,
In bounteous deed no mean can bind;

Now, as I hope to grow devout,
Ideem this matter well made out.
Laugh I, whilft thus I ferious pray!'
Let that be wrought which Mat doth fay:
Yea, quoth the ERLE, but not to-day.

FUL

In the fame Style.

ULL oft' doth Mat with Topaz dine,
Eateth bak'd meats, drinketh Greek wine;

But Topaz his own werke rehearseth ;
And Mat moté praise what Topaz verseth.
Now, fure as prieft did e'er fhrive finner,
Full hardly earneth Mat his dinner :

FAI

In the fame Style.

AIR Sufan did her wif-hede well menteine,
Algates affaulted fore by letchours tweine :
Now, and I read aright that auncient fong,
Olde were the paramours, the dame full yong.

Had thilke fame tale in other guife been tolde;
Had they been young (pardie) and fhe been olde :
That, by St. Kit, had wrought much forer trial;
Full marvellous, I wote, were filk denyal.

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