He car'd not what the Footmen did: Their Beer was strong; Their Wine was Port; Just when it grew not fit to eat. They paid the Church and Parifh-Rate; For which They claim'd their Sunday's Due, No Man's Defects fought They to know; No Man's good Deeds did They commend; Nor cherish'd They Relations poor: They neither Added, nor Confounded: They neither Wanted, nor Abounded. Each Christmas They Accompts did clear; And wound their Bottom round the Year. Nor Nor Tear, nor Smile did They imploy At News of Public Grief, or Joy. When Bells were Rung, and Bonfires made; od vodi Who ever was Depos'd, or Crown'd. I Nor Good, nor Bad, nor Fools, nor Wife;:!T They wou'd not learn, nor cou'd advise: J Nor Wish'd, nor Car'd, nor Laugh'd, nor Cry'd: A LOT Horace Lib. I. Epist. IX. 50 T Septimius, Claudi, nimirum intelligit unus, Quanti me facias: &c. Mr. ni bra Piw nog miH Imitated.moqxonu 1014 DEAR DICK, how e'er it comes into his Head, Believes, as firmly as He does his Creed, That You and I, SIR, are extremely great; One One Word from Me, without all doubt, He fays, From this wild Fancy, SIR, there may proceed Which to my own Advantage I wou'd fave, To fhun this Cenfure, I all Shame lay by; To N one great Now, Superior to an Age, IN The full Extremes of Nature's Force We find: How Heav'nly Virtue can exalt; or Rage Infernal, how degrade the Human Mind. II. While the fierce Monk does at his Tryal ftand; III. The guilty Stroke and Torture of the Steel Infix'd, our dauntless BRITON fcarce perceives: The Wounds His Countrey from His Death must feel, The PATRIOT views; for those alone He grieves. IV. The barb'rous Rage that durft attempt Thy Life, Faithful Affertor of Thy Country's Cause, BRITAIN with Tears fhall bath Thy glorious Wound: She for thy Safety fhall enlarge Her Lawson And in Her Statutes fhall Thy Worth be found. VI. Yet 'midft Her Sighs She Triumphs, on the Hand No Son of Her's could meditate this Blow. VII. Mean Time Thy Pain is gracious ANNA's Care: Great as Thou art, Thou canft demand no more, An Extempore INVITATION ΤΟ ΤΗΕ EARL of OXFORD, Lord High Treasurer. 1712. My LORD, UR Weekly Friends To-morrow meet Ου At MATTHEW's Palace, in Duke-treet; bbb a . If |