By common pomp, or ceremonious train, The Gallic king, in age and counsels wife, Let others boaft of blood, the fpoil of foes, Rapine and murder, and of endless woes, Detefted pomp! and trophies gain'd from far, With fpangled enfigns, ftreaming in the air; Count how they made Bavarian subjects feel. The rage of fire, and edge of harden'd steel; | Fatal effects of foul infatiate pride, He, fir'd with glory and the public good, TO THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT. A PARAPHRASE ON NAUDÆUS'S ADDRESS TO CARDINAL DE BAGNI THE time will come (if fate fhall please give This feeble thread of mine more space to live) Your name fhall fly, and every where be bleft; to | Through Spain and tracts of Lybian fandsfüg * Dr. King dedicated his English verfion of that work to the Duke of Beaufort. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS: THE LAST BILLET. SEPTEMBER and November now were past, TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Upon bis difputing publicly at Chrift Church, Oxford. MUSE, to thy mafter's lodgings quickly Ay, Of what you heard just now from vanquish'd truth: "Conquer'd, undone! 'Tis ftrange that there "fhould be "In this confeffion pleasure ev'n to me. [barr'd "With well wrought terms my hold I strongly "And rough diftinctions were my furly guard. "Whilft I, fure of my caufe, this strength poffefs; "A noble youth, advancing with address, "Led glittering falfehood on with so much art, "That I foon felt fad omens in my heart. "Words with that grace," faid I, "muft needs perfuade; "I find myself infenfibly betray'd. "Whilst he purfues his conqueft, I retreat, "And by that name would palliate my defeat. "But here methinks I do the profpe& lee "Of all those triumphs he prepares for me, "When virtue or when innocence oppreft Fly for fure refuge to his generous breaft; "When with a noble mien his youth appears, "And gentle voice perfuades the listening peers. Judges fhall wonder when he clears the laws, Difpelling mifts, which long have hid their ་་ "caufe: "Then, by his aid, aid that can never fail, [vail: "Ev'n I, though conquer'd now, fhall fure pre"Thousands of wreaths to me he shall repay, "For that one laurel error wears to day." A GENTLEMAN TO HIS WIFE. WHEN your kind wishes firft I fought, You faw how ftill my fire increas'd; I, that once feign'd too many lies, By you and other deities, That I would range no more. I've fworn, and therefore now am fix'd, Probably James the third earl of Anglefea THE MAD LOVER. I'LL from my breast tear fond defire, Since Laura is not mine: I'll ftrive to cure the amorous fire, And quench the flame with wine. Perhaps in groves and cooling fhade Soft flumbers I may find: There all the vows to Laura made, Shall vanish with the wind. The fpeaking ftrings and charming fong Oh, mufic will the pain prolong, I'll fearch heaven, earth, hell, seas, and air, My foul must fill endure the pain, And with fresh torment rave: For none can ever break the chain That once was Laura's flave. THE SOLDIER's 'WEDDING. A SOLILOQUY BY NAN THRASHREWILL. Being part of a Play, called," The New Trup." } O My dear Thrasher well, you're gone to fea, And happiness must ever banish'd be From our flock-bed, our garret, and from me! Perhaps he is on land at Portsmouth now In the embraces of fome Hampshire sow, Who, with a wanton pat, cries, "Now, my dear, "You're wishing for fome Wapping doxy here.”— "Pox on them all! but moft on bouncing Nan, "With whom the torments of my life began: "She is a bitter one !"-You lie, you rogue; You are a treacherous, falfe, ungrateful dog. Did not I take you np without a shirt? [dire! Woe worth the hand that fcrubb'd off all your Did not my intereft lift you in the guard? And had not you ten fhillings, my reward? Did I not then, before the ferjeant's face, [grace? Treat Jack, Tom, Will, and Martin, with dif And Thrafherwell before all others choose, When I had the whole regiment to loufe. Curs'd be the day when you produc'd your fword, The juft revenger of your injur'd word: The martial youth round in a circle flood, With envious looks of love, and itching blood: You, with fome oaths that fignified confent, Cried Tom is Nan's!" and o'er the fword you went. Then I with fome more modeftly would step: THE OLD CHEESE. YOUNG Slouch, the farmer, had a jolly wife, He faid, "That the next Tuesday noon would "Whether he were the lord at home, or no; "When their good company he would entreat "To well-brew'd ale, and clean, if homely, meat." With aching heart home to his wife he goes, And on his knees does his rafh act difclofe, And pray's dear Sukey, that, one day at least, He might appear as mafter of the feast. "I'll grant your wifh," cries fhe," that you may "fee 'Twere wisdom to be govern'd still by me.” The guests upon the day appointed came, Each bowfy Farmer with his fimpering dame. "Ho! Sue" cries Slouch, "why doft not thou " appear! [" here?" "Are these thy manners when aunt Snap is" I pardon ask," fays Sue; " I'd not offend "Any my dear invites, much less his friend." Slouch by his kinsman Gruffy had been taught To entertain his friends with finding fault, And make the main ingredient of his treat His faying, "There was nothing fit to eat: "The boil'd pork ftinks, the roast beef's not enough, "The bacon's rufty, and the hens are tough; "The veal's all rags, the butter's turn'd to oil; And thus I buy good meat for fluts to spoil. ""Tis we are the firft Slouches ever fate "Down to a pudding without plumbs or fat. "What teeth or ftomach's ftrong enough to feed "Upon a goofe my grannum kept to breed? "Why muft old pigeons, and they ftale, be dreft, "When there's fo many fquab ones in the neft? "This beer is four; this mufty, thick, and ftale, "And worse than any thing, except the Ale." Sue all this while many excufes made: Some things fhe own'd; at other times fhe laid The fault on chance, but oftener on the maid. *Then cheese was brought. Says Slouch," This c'en fhall roll: ér I'm fure 'tis hard enough to make a bowl: This is skim-milk, and therefore it fhall go; But now Sue's patience did begin to wase; Nor longer could diffimulation laft. "Pray let me rife," fays Sue," my dear; I'll find "A cheese perhaps may be to lovy's mind." Then in an entry, ftanding close, where he Alone, and none of all his friends, might fee; And brandishing a cudgel he had felt, And far enough on this occafion fmelt; "I'll try, my joy!" she cried, if I can please "My dearest with a taste of his old cheefe!" Slouch turn'd his head, faw his wife's vigorous hand Wielding her oaken fapling of command, Knew well the twang; " Is't the old cheese my "dear? [fwear, "No need, no need of cheese," cries Slouch: "I'll "I think I've din'd as well as my lord mayor!". THE SKILLET. Two neighbours, Clod and Jolt, would married be; But did not in their choice of wives agree. dark. First she appears in all her airs, then tries "try." "My killet! Both my heart and skillet take; "I wish it were a copper for your fake." After all this, not many days did pafs, Clod, fitting at Jolt's houfe, furvey'd the brafs And glittering pewter standing on the shelf; Then, after fome gruff muttering with himself, Cried," Pr'ythee, Jolt, how came that skillet "thine?" ["mine; "'t'en't "You know as well as 1," quoth Jolt; "But I'll afk Nan." "Twas done; Nan told the In truth as 'twas; then cried, "You've got the better: For, tell me, deareft, whether you would choose "To be a gainer by me, or to lofe.. "As for our neighbour Clod, this I dare fay, "We've beauty and a fkillet more than they." THE FISHERMAN. TOM BANKS by native induftry was taught But, when he would a quick deftruction make, fet From fide to fide his ftrong capacious net; Trot, who liv'd down the stream, ne'er thought Was good, unlefs he had his water clear. He goes to Banks, and thus begins his tale : "Lord' if you knew but how the people rail! "They cannot boil, nor wath, nor rinse they fay, "With water fometimes ink, and fometimes whey, According as you meet with mud or clay. Befides my wife thefe fix months could not brew, "And now the blame of this all's laid on you: "For it will be a difmal thing to think "How we old Trots muft live, and have no drink "Therefore, I pray, fome other method take "Of fifhing, were it only for our fake." Says Banks, I'm forry it fhould be my lot "Ever to difoblige my goflip Trot: "Yet 't'en't my fault; but fo 'tis fortune tries one, [“ fon; "To make his meat become his neighbour's poi"And fo we pray for winds upon this coaft, ་་ By which on t'other navies may be loft. "Therefore in patience rest, though I proceed: "There's no ill-nature in the cafe, but need. "Though for your ufe this water will not ferve, "I'd rather you fhould choke, than I fhould "farve." A CASE OF CONSCIENCE. OLD Paddy Scot, with none of the best faces, Had a most knotty pate at folving cafes; In any point could tell you, to a hair, This Doctor follow'd Paddy; faid, “ He lad'd "To know what made a facrilegious fact.” Paddy with ftudied gravity replies, "That's as the place or as the matter lies: "If from a place unfacred you should take "A facred thing, this facrilege would make; "Or an unfacred thing from facred place, "There would be nothing different in the cafe; "But, if both-thing and place fhould facred be, ""Twere height of facrilege, as doctors all agree." "Then," fays the doctor, for more light in "this, "To put a special cafe, were not amifs. Suppofe a man should take a common prayer "Out of a chapel where there's fome to spare!" "A common prayer?" fays Paddy," that would "be "A facrilege of an intense degree." Suppose that one should in thefe holidays "Take thence a bunch of rosemary or bays?" "I'd not be too cenforious in that case, "But 'twould be facrilege ftill from the place." "What if a man fhould from the chapel take "A taper's end: fhould he a fcruple make, "If homeward to his chambers he should go, "Whether 'twere theft, or facrilege, or no?" The fly infinuation was perceiv'd: Says Paddy, "Doctor, you may be deceiv'd, "Unless in cafes you distinguish right; "But this may be refolv'd at the first fight. "As to the taper, it could be no theft, "For it had done its duty, and was left: "And facrilege in having it is none, "Because that in my fleeve I now have one." THE CONSTABLE. ONE night a fellow wandering without fear, As void of money as he was of care, Confidering both were wash'd away with beer, With Strap the conftable by fortune meets, Whofe lanterns glare in the most silent streets. Refty, impatient any one fhould be So bold as to be drunk that night but he "Stand; who goes there," cries Strap," at hour "fo late? [pate.""Answer. Your name; or elfe have at your "I wo'nt ftand, 'caufe I can't. Why muft you "know "From whence it is come, or where I go?" |