Attend, and justly I'll recite

His treasons to you all,

The heads set in their native light
(And sigh poor Gaphny's fall).
That traitorously he did abuse
The power in him repos'd, ›
And wickedly the same did use,
On all mankind impos'd.
That he, contrary to ali law,

An oath did frame and make,
Compelling the militia

Th' illegal oath to take.
Free-quarters for the army too
He did exact and force
On Protestants; his love to show,
Than Papist us'd them worse.
On all provisions destin'd for
The camp at Limerick,

He laid a tax full hard and sore,
Though many men were sick.

The sutlers too he did ordain

For licences should pay,
Which they refus'd with just disdain,
And fled the camp away.

By which provisions were so scant,
That hundreds there did die ;
The soldiers food and drink did want,
Nor famine could they fly.

He so much lov'd his private gain,
He could not hear or see;

They might or die, or might complain,
Without relief pardie.

That, above and against all right,
By word of mouth did he,
In council sitting, hellish spite!
The farmer's fate decree:
That he, O Ciel! without trial,
Straightway should hanged be;
Though then the courts were open all,
Yet Nero judge would be.

No sooner said, but it was done,

The bourreau did his worst;
Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone,
And left his judge accurst.

In this concise despotic way
Unhappy Gaphny fell,
Which did all honest men affray,
As truly it might well.

Full two good hundred pounds a year,
This poor man's real estate,
He settled on his favourite dear,
Aud Culliford can say't,

Besides, he gave five hundred pound
To Fielding, his own scribe,

Who was his bail; one friend he found,
He ow'd him to the bribe.

"Journal, Sabbati, 16 die Decemb.is, 1693.

But for this horrid murder vile

None did him prosecute;

His old friend help'd him o'er the stile:
With Satan who dispute !

With France, fair England's mortal foe,
A trade he carry'd on;

Had any other don't, I trow,
To Tripos he had gone.

That he did likewise traitorously,
To bring his ends to bear,
Enrich himself most knavishly;
O thief without compare!

Vast quantities of stores did he
Embezzle and purloin;
Of the king's stores he kept a key,
Converting them to coin.

The forfeited estates also,

Both real and personal,
Did with the stores together go,
Fierce Cerberus swallow'd all.

Mean while the soldiers sigh'd and sobb'd,
For not one sous had they;

His excellence had each man fobb'd,
For he had sunk their pay.

Nero, without the least disguise,
The Papists, at all times,
Still favour'd, and their robberies
Look'd on as trivial crimes.

The Protestants, whom they did rob
During his government,

Were fore'd with patience, like good Job,
To rest themselves content.

For he did basely them refuse
All legal remedy;

The Romans still he well did nse,
Still screen'd their roguery.
Succinctly thus to you I've told

How this Viceroy did reign;
And other truths I shall unfold,
For truth is always plain.

The best of queens he hath revil'd,
Before and since her death;
He, cruel and ungrateful, snil'd
When she resign'd her breath.

Forgetful of the favours kind

She had on him bestow'd,
Like Lucifer his rancorous mind,
He lov'd nor her nor God.

But listen, Nero, lend thine ears,
As still thou hast them on;
Hear what Britannia says, with ears,
Of Anna dead and gone.

"Oh! sacred be her memory,

Tor ever dear her naine!

There never was, nor e'er can be,
A brighter, juster dame.

"Blest be my sons, and eke all those

Who on her praises dwell!

She conquer'd Britain's fiercest foes,
She did all queens excel.

"All princes, kings, and potentates,
Ambassadors did send :
All nations, provinces, and states,
Sought Anna for their friend.

"In Anna they did all confide,

For Anna they could trust: Her royal faith they all had try'd, • For Anna still was just.

"Truth, Mercy, Justice, did surround Her awful judgment-seat,

In her the Graces all were found,

In Anna all complete.

"She held the sword and balance right,

And sought her people's good;

In clemency she did delight,

Her reign not stain'd with blood.

"Her gracious goodness, picty,
In all her deeds did shine,
And bounteous was her charity;
All attributes divine.

"Consummate wisdom, meekness all,
Adorn'd the words she spoke,
When they from her fair lips did fall;
And sweet her lovely look.

"Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown,
She caus'd dire war to cease:
A greater empress ne'er was known;
She fix'd the world in peace.
"This last and godlike act achiev'd,

To Heaven she wing'd her flight:
Her loss, with tears, all Europe griev'd;
Their strength, and dear delight.
"Leave we in bliss this heavenly saint,
Revere, ye just, her urn;
Her virtues high and excellent,
Astrea gone we mourn.
"Commemorate, my sons, the day
Which gave great Anna birth:
Keep it for ever and for aye,

And annual be your mirth."

Illustrious George now fills the throne,
Our wise benign good king:

Who can his wondrous deeds make known,
Or his bright actions sing?

Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd

To raise to high degree!

Well thon thy honours hast sustain'd,
Well vouch'd thy ancestry.

But pass-These honours on thee laid,
Can they e'er make thee white?
Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou hast shed,
Thy guilty soul affright?

Oh! are there not, grim mortal, tell,
Places of bliss and woe?

Oh! is there not a Heaven, a Hell?
But whither wilt thou go?

Can nought change thy obdurate mind?
Wilt thou for ever rail?

The prophet on thee well refin'd,
And set thy wit to sale.

How thou art lost to sense and shame,

Three countries witness be:
Thy conduct all just men do blame,
Libera nos, Domine!

Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween,

Her sword is brandish'd high:

Nought can thee from her vengeance screen,

Nor canst thou from her fly.

Heavy her ire will fall on thee,
The glittering steel is sure:
Sooner or later, all agree,
She cuts off the impure.

To her I leave thee, gloomy peer!"
Think on thy crimes committed:
Repent, and be for once sincere,
Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted.

APOLOGY TO A LADY,

WHO TOLD ME, I COULD NOT LOVE HER HEARTILY, BECAUSE I HAD LOVED OTHERS.

PROBABLY BY MR. PRIOR.

IN IMITATION OF MR. WALLER.

FAIR Sylvia, cease to blame my youth, For having lov'd before;

So men, ere they have learnt the truth,
Strange deities adore.

My youth ('tis true) has often rang'd,
Like bees o'er gaudy flowers;
And many thousand loves has chang'd,
Till it was fixt in yours.

For, Sylvia, when I saw those eyes,
'Twas soon determin'd there;
Stars might as well forsake the skies,
And vanish into air!

If I from this great rule do err,
New beauties to explore;
May I again turn wanderer,
And never settle more!

AGAINST MODESTY IN LOVE

For many unsuccessful years

At Cynthia's feet I lay,
And often bath'd them with my tears,
Despair'd, but durst not pray.

No prostrate wretch, before the shrine
Of any saint above,

E'er thought his goddess more divine,

Or paid more awful love.

Still the disdainful dame look'd down
With an insulting pride;
Receiv'd my passion with a frown,
Or toss'd her head aside.

5 By the manner in which this and the two following little pieces are printed in the Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany Poems, there is little doubt but they are the productions of the excellent poet to whom I have ascribed them. N.

"I am a cat of honour."-" Stay!"

Quoth she, "no longer parley;
Whate'er you did in battle slay,
By law of arms, became your prey
I hope you won it fairly.

"Of this we'll grant you stand acquit,
But not of your outrages:
Tell me, perfidious! was it fit
To make my cream a perquisite,
And steal, to mend your wages?

"So flagrant is thy insolence,

So vile thy breach of trust is, That longer with thee to dispense, Were want of power, or want of senseHere, Towzer!-do him justice."

SONGS,

BET TO MUSIC BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS,

THE WIDOW AND HER CAT:
A FABLE".

A WIDOW kept a favourite cat,

At first a gentle creature;

But, when he was grown sleek and fat,
With many a mouse, and many a rat,
He soon disclos'd his nature.

The fox and he were friends of old,
Nor could they now be parted;
They nightly slunk to rob the fold,
Devour'd the lambs, the fleeces sold;
And puss grew lion-hearted.

He scratch'd the maid, he stole the cream,
He tore her best lac'd pinner;

Nor Chanticleer upon the beam,

Nor chick, nor duckling, 'scapes, when Grim Invites the fox to dinner.

The dame full wisely did decree,

For fear he should dispatch more,
That the false wretch should worried be;
But, in a saucy manner, he

Thus speech'd it like a Lechmere':
"Must I, against all right and law,
Like pole-cat vile be treated?
I, who so long with tooth and claw,
Have kept domestic mice in awe,
And foreign foes defeated!

"Your golden pippins, and your pies,
How oft have I defended!
'Tis true, the pinner, which you prize,
I tore in frolic; to your eyes
I never harm intended.

I. SET BY MR. ABEL.

READING ends in melancholy;

Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and love but folly; Only friendship truly pleases.

My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly: Farewell all, if friendship ceases.

11. SET BY MR. PURCELL.

WHITHER would my passion run?
Shall I fly her, or pursue her?
Losing her, I am undone;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her.

Ye tyrants of the human breast,

Love and Reason! cease your war, And order Death to give me rest; So each will equal triumph share.

III. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

STREPHONETTA, why d'ye fly me,
With such rigour in your eyes?
Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,

Since your charms I so much prizes
But I plainly see the reason,
Why in vain I you pursued ;
Her to gain 'twas out of season,
Who before the chaplain woo'd.

IV. SET BY MR. SMITH,

COME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain; Torment not thus your pretty heart: Think, Flavia, we may meet again,

As well as, that we now must part. You sigh and weep; the gods neglect That precious dew your eyes let fall: Our joy and grief with like respect

They mind; and that is, not at all

We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As if they did regard our state:
They hear; and the return we find

Is, that no prayer can alter Fate.

Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief resign;
Who knows but that those powers may,
The pair they now have parted, join?
But since they have thus cruel been,

And could such constant lovers sever; I dare not trust, lest, now they're in, They should divide us two for ever. Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,

Remembering though upon what score; This our last parting look believe,

Believe we must embrace no more. Yet should our Sun shine out at last,

And Fortune, without more deceit, Throw but one reconciling cast,

To make two wandering lovers meet;
How great then would our pleasure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to sce

Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!
But say, should Heaven bring no relief,
Suppose our Sun should never rise :
Why then what's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.

V. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain ;
Tell her the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.

But, ob she scorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies so low as me;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas! in vain;
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That Pity ever dwelt with Pride.

VI. SET BY MR. SMITH.

PHILLIS, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill ;
Tell me what pleasure you can find,
In forcing Nature 'gainst her will.
'Tis true, you may with art and pain,
Keep in some glowings of desire;
But still those glowings which remain,
Are only ashes of the fire.

Then let us free each other's soul,

And laugh at the dull constant fool, Who would love's liberty control,

And teach us how to whine by rule.

Let us no impositions set,

Or clogs upon each other's heart;
But, as for pleasure first we met,
So now, for pleasure let us part.

We both have spent our stock of love,
So consequently should be free;
Thyrsis expects you in yon grove,
And pretty Chloris stays for me.

VII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH..

PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er,
And modestly pretend no more;
It is too plain an art :
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull,
As not to know your heart.

In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe
But this is all a sham:
Since any one may plainly see,
You'd only save yourself with me,
And with another damn.

VIII. SET BY MR. SMITH.

STILL, Dorinda, I adore,
Think I mean not to deceive you ;
For I lov'd you much. before,
And, alas! now love you more,
Though I force myself to leave you.

Staying, I my vows shall fail;
Virtue yields as love grows stronger;
Fierce desires will sure prevail;
You are fair, and I am frail,
And dare trust myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy,
Lest I should have gain'd the treasure,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true, And in silence hid my anguish,

But I cannot promise too

What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee strange magic lies,
And my heart is too, too tender;
Nothing's proof against those eyes,
Best resolves and strictest ties
To their force must soon surrender.

But, Dorinda, you're severe,
I most doating, thus to sever;
Since from all I hold most dear,
That you may no longer fear,
I divorce myself for ever.

IX. SET BY MR. DE FESCI

Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes,

Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,

Or for each other bleed?

If thou would'st make two youthful hearts One amorous shaft obey;

"Twould save thee the expense of darts, And more extend thy sway.