Music's best patron, judge of books and men, TRUTH TOLD AT LAST. SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife, "You never yet told me one truth in your life." Vex'd 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, Oxford. Concerning the extraordinary man who is the subject of them, a very entertaining account is given by Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music, vol. v. p. 70. 1 Sir John Hawkins observes, it is suspected that the insignificant adverb artfully was inserted by mistake of the transcriber, and that it originally stood probably. Taught him what accents had the power to move, AN EPISTLE. MDCCXVI. I PRAY, good Lady Harley, let Jonathan know, How long you intend to live incognito. Your humble servant, 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, But envious fate has claim'd its due, His prudence and his wit were seen That serving her was to be bless'd.- That men are beasts, and dogs have sense! Whom he believ'd were Mary's foes: Ne'er skulk'd from whence his sovereign led him, EPIGRAM. To Richmond and Peterburgh, Mat gave his letters, And thought they were safe in the hands of his betters. How happen'd 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. Or Nero, tyrant, petty king,1 He hated was by rich and poor, Full proud and arrogant was he, The guilty he would still set free, He, with a haughty impious nod, A patriot 2 of high degree, Who could no longer bear 1 Lord Coningsby, one of the lords justices of Ireland.He is the same person mentioned in Down-hall. 2 The Earl of Bellamont impeached Coningsby. And, arm'd with truth, impeach'd the don Of his enormous crimes, Which I'll unfold to you anon, In low, but faithful rhymes. 'The articles recorded stand Against this peerless peer, Search but the archives of the land,1 Attend, and justly I'll recite The heads set in their native light That traitorously he did abuse That he, contrary to all law, An oath did frame and make, Compelling the militia Th' illegal oath to take. Free quarters for the army too On Protestants; his love to show, 1 Journal, Sabbati 16 die Decembris, 1693. |