He loves cheap Port and double bub, THE FLIES. SAY, sire of insects, mighty Sol! Raise such a cloud of dust as I? My judgment turn'd the whole debate; My valour sav'd the sinking state. So talk two idle buzzing things, Toss' up their heads, and stretch their wings. But let the truth to light be brought, This neither spoke nor t'other fought; No merit in their own behav'our; Both rais'd but by their party's favour. THE FEMALE PHAETON. THUS I. HUS Kitty, beautiful and young, And wild as colt untam'd, Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, With little rage inflam'd. II. Inflam'd with rage at sad restraint Shall I thumb holy books, confin'd IV.. Must Lady Jenny frisk about, At balls must she make all the rout, V. What has she better, pray, than I? What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die, Whilst I am scarce a toast? VI. Dearest mamma! for once, let me VII. I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall: They'll grieve I was not loos'd before; She, I was loos'd at all, VIII. Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way: And set the world on fire. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS FRANKLAND, BART. Postmaster and Paymaster-general to Queen Anne. I. WILL PIGGOT must to Coxwould go, To live, alas! in want, Unless Sir Thomas say No, no, Th' allowance is too scant. II. The gracious knight full well does weet Ten farthings ne'er will do III. A Rechabite poor Will must live, IV. Spare diet and spring-water clear V. Gra'mercy, Sirs, you're in the right; But he that does not eat can't sh*** VI. But pass-the Esculapian crew, Who eat and quaff the best, They seldom miss to bake and brew, VII. Could Yorkshire tyke but do the same, VIII. In Will's old master's plenteous days, What need of speaking in his praise? IX. At his fam'd gate stood Charity, Dwelt there both night and day, X. But to conclude, and be concise, XI, There is but one, but one alone, Can set the pilgrim free, And make him cease to pine and moan; O Frankland, it is thee! |