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By Mr. PR I O R.

To the Right Honourable Mr. HARLEY. HORACE, i Ep. ix. imitated.

"Septimius, Claudi, nimirum intelligit unus,
"Quanti me facias, &c."

T"\ EAR Dick *, howe'er it comes into his head,
.*-* Believes as sirmly as he does his creed,
That you and I, Sir, are extremely great;
Though I plain Mat, you Minister of State:
One word from me, without all doubt, he fays,
"Would six his fortune in some little place.
Thus better than myself, it seems, he knows,
How far my interest with my patron goes;
And, answering all objections I can make,
Still plunges deeper in his dear mistake.

* Richard Shelton Esquire. Vol. II. B From

From this wild fancy, Sir, there may proceed
One wilder yet, which I foresee and dread;
That I, in fact, a real interest have,
Which to my own advantage I would save,
And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.

To shun this censure, I all shame lay by;
And make my reason with his will comply;
Hoping, for my excuse, 't will be consest,
That of two evils I have chose the least.
So, Sir, with this epistolary scroll,
Receive the partner of my inmost foul r
Him you will sind in letters and in laws
Not unexpert, sirm to his country's cause,
Warm in the glorious interest you pursue,
And, in one word, a good man and a true.

To Mr. HARLEY, wounded by Guiscard, i7i1.

"Ab ipso "Ducit opes animumque serro." Hor.

T N one great now, superior to an age,
.*. The full extremes of Nature's force we sind r
How heavenly Virtue can exalt; or Rage
Insernal how degrade the human mind.

II. While II.

While the sierce 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 stroke and torture of the steel

Insix'd, our dauntless Briton scarce perceives:The wounds his country from his death must seel, The Patriot views; for those alone he grieves.
IV.
The barbarous rage that durst attempt thy lise, Harley, great counsellor, extends thy fame:And the sharp point of cruel Guifcard's knise,

In brass and marble carves thy deathless name.
V.
Faithful aflertor of thy country's cause,

Britain with tears shall bathe thy glorious wound:
She for thy sasety shall enlarge her laws;And in her statutes shall thy worth be found.
VI.
Yet 'midst her sighs she triumphs, on the hand Reflecting, that disfus'd the public woe;A stranger to her altars, and her land:No son of her's could meditate this blow.
VII.
Mean time thy pain is gracious Anna's care:Our Queen, our Saint, with sacrisicing breath
Softens thy anguifh: in her powerful prayer

She. pleads thy service, and forbids thy death.

B 2 'VIII. Great

VIII.
Great as thou art, thou canst demand no more, O breast bewail'd by earth: preserv'd by Heaven'!
No higher can aspiring Virtue soar:

Enough to thee of grief and fame is given.

An Extempore INVITATION

TO THE

Earl of Oxford, Lord High Treasurer, i7.ia.

My Lord,

OU R weekly friends to-morrow meet
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 trusts to Harley's cares,
Thou, humble statesman, may'st descend,
Thy mind one moment to unbend;
To see thy servant 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 Dorset us'd to bless the roof.

ERLE

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