LINES1 WRITTEN UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON THE SMALL COAL-MAN, PAINTED BY MR WOOLASTON. THOUGH doomed to small coal, yet to arts allied, TRUTH TOLD AT LAST. SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife, 'You never yet told me one truth in your life.' Vexed Pontia no way could this thesis allow, 'You're a cuckold, says she; do I tell you truth now?' WRITTEN IN LADY HOWE'S OVID'S EPISTLES. HOWEVER high, however cold, the fair, 10 1 A remarkable man, who, although he carried small coal about in a wheelbarrow, was an excellent musician.-Sir John Hawkins' History of Music, vol. v. p. 70. AN EPISTLE. MDCCXVI. I PRAY, good Lady Harley, let Jonathan know, ELKANAH SETTLE ANOTHER EPISTLE. I PRAY Lady Harriot the time to assign TRUE'S EPITAPH, IF wit or honesty could save Our mouldering ashes from the grave, His prudence and his wit were seen He owned the power, and loved the queen. That serving her was to be blessed.— That men are beasts, and dogs have sense! He ne'er could fawn or flatter those Ne'er skulked from whence his sovereign led him, ર 10 Or snarled against the hand that fed him.- EPIGRAM. 20 To Richmond and Peterburgh, Mat gave his letters, And thought they were safe in the hands of his betters. How happened it then that the packets were lost? These were knights of the garter, not knights of the post. THE VICEROY. A BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF LADY ISABELLA'S TRAGEDY. 1 OF Nero, tyrant, petty king,' 2 He hated was by rich and poor, 3 Full proud and arrogant was he, The guilty he would still set free, 4 He, with a haughty impious nod, 1 Lord Coningsby, one of the lords justices of Ireland. 5 A patriot' of high degree, 6 And, armed with truth, impeached the don Of his enormous crimes, Which I'll unfold to you anon, 7 The articles recorded stand 8 Attend, and justly I'll recite The heads set in their native light 9 That traitorously he did abuse 10 That he, contrary to all law, Compelling the militia The illegal oath to take. 11 Free quarters for the army too On Protestants; his love to show, 1 The Earl of Bellamont impeached Coningsby. 12 On all provisions destined for He laid a tax full hard and sore, 13 The suttlers too he did ordain Which they refused with just disdain, 14 By which provisions were so scant, 15 He so much loved his private gain, They might, or die, or might complain, 16 That, above and against all right, 17 That he, O Ciel! without trial, Straightway should hangèd be; Though then the courts were open all, Yet Nero judge would be. 18 No sooner said, but it was done, Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone, |