VI.

But, pray read, once more, this moft blundering'

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Wherein you refolve to be free from all Harm;

Altho' it might hap that your Inner-ly Rage,

Might dictate, what, calls for the Secular Arm :

Well! we know, you don't dote,

Nor speak this by Rote;

For you're fure (by corrupting our Youth) of our

[Vote;

Q! Sn, then speak out, at thy natural Rate,
And reply to his Lordship in true Billingsgate.
VII.

The Book's at an End (the Preface being o'er)
For no Mortal can find one Argument in't;
You Fret, you Harangue, you Scold, and you Rore;
And this is more fit for your Pulpit, than Print :
But you wou'd raise Fame,

From BANGO R's great Name,

Altho' you have paid very dear for the fame; O! Sn-, pray remember, then, Milo's fad End,

Work at Logs, ever after, thou art sure thou canst

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VIII.

To conclude; With thy Betters, fince thou' been fo [free, Thou canst not take it ill, if I give thee Advice: Teach thy Boys Roman-Latin; but English Loyalty, And leave Church and State to People more Wise,

Bid thy Friend Jonah, scrape

All these Books, in one Heap,

And burn them, for Love of his dear Andrew Snape. O! Sz, there's no other way left to fhun Shame, Unless You yourself increase your own Flame:

And then Men will cry,

Here a Doctor doth fry,

Who, in Flames, ever liv'd, and in Flames, too, did [die A Doctor! who, Dying, full well brought to Light, He knew nothing, whilft Living, of what he did write,

AN

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To the Right Honourable the Earl of CADOGAN.

Scriberis Vario Fortis & Hoftium

Victor

I.

Hor.

ERO! fprung from Antient Blood!

HE

CADOGAN, Valiant, Wife and Good!

What golden Lyre, what happy Mufe,
To fing thy Praises, fhall we chufe?

So great a Theme, fo new a Song,
To Welfted only does belong,

Like Ovid foft is he, like Flaccus ftrong.

II.

Vertues! that foar so high, demand
The Touches of a Master-Hand.
Love difdain'd; on Pindar's Wing,
Thee and Conquest he shall fing;

To Times, unborn, transmit thy Praise,

And with thy Triumphs fwell his polish'd Lays.

III.

Whether, thy Deeds he, backward, trace,

With Atchievements paft to grace

The numerous Ode, and bring anew

Fields, with Slaughter, ftain'd, to view :
Part in MARL BROUGH fhalt thou claim,
Next to MARL BROUGH rife in Fame;
The Strain refounds with each immortal Name.

IV.

Whether, from a nearer Theme;

The tuneful Poet form his Scheme,

And court, with Skill, the ravish'd Ear,
The Glories, which we fee, to hear;

Glories unriyall'd! fit alone

By Wit unrivall❜d to be shown,

By Harmony infpir'd, and Numbers not his own!

V.

If glorious War his Fancy charms,

Thy Courage and thy Skill in Arms,

Thy brandish'd Steel, and fpreading Wreath,

Bold and fublime the Verse shall breath;

If thy focial Life he show,

Soft, the gentler Strain shall flow,

And every Line with Truth and Friendship glow.