Jove flood amaz'd, but looking round,
With much ado the Cheat he found;
'Twas plain he cou'd no longer hold
The World in any Chain but Gold ;
And to the God of Wealth, his Brother,
Sent Mercury to get another.
Prometheus on a Rock is laid,
Ty'd with the Chain himself had made,
On Icy Caucafus to fhiver,
While Vultures eat his growing Liver.
Ye Pow'rs of Grubfireet make me able Discreetly to apply this Fable.
Say, who is to be understood
By that old Thief Prometheus: WOOD,
For Jove, it is not hard to guess him;
I mean his M, God bless him.
This Thief and Blacksmith was to bold,
He strove to fteal that Chain of Gold,
Which links the Subject to the King,
And change it for a brazen String.
But fire, if nothing else must pass
Between the King and us, but Brafs,
Altho' the Chain will never crack,
Yet our Devotion may grow flack.
But Jove will foon convert,
This brazen Chain into a Rope;
With which Prometheus fhall be ty'd,
And high in Air for ever ride ;
Where if we find his Liver grows,
For want of Vultures we have Crows.
ITH ev'ry Lady in the Land
Soft Strephon kept a Pother,
One Year he languish'd for one Hand,
And next Year for the other.
Yet when his Love the Shepherd told
To Flavia fair and coy,
Referv'd, demure, than Snow more cold,
She fcorn'd the gentle Boy.
Late at a Ball he own'd his Pain:
She blush'd, and frown'd, and swore,
With all the Marks of high Disdain,
She'd never hear him more.
The Swain perfifted still to pray,
The Nymph ftill to deny;
At laft fhe vow'd she wou'd not stay ;
He swore fhe fhou'd not fly.
Enrag'd, the call'd her Footman strait,
And rufh'd from out the Room,
Drove to her Lodging, lock'd the Gate,
And lay with Ralph at Home.
HIS Day, the Year I dare not tell,
Apollo play'd the Midwife's Part;
Into the World Corinna fell,
And he endow'd her with his Art.
But Cupid with a Satyr comes;
Both foftly to the Cradle creep;
Both ftroke her Hands, and rub her Gums,
While the poor Child lay fast asleep.
Then Cupid thus; This little Maid
Of Love thall always speak and write.
And I pronounce (the Satyr faid)
The World fhall feel her fcratch and bite. Her Talent she display'd betimes;
For in twice twelve revolving Moons
She feem'd to laugh and fquawl in Rhimes,
And all her Geftures were Lampoons.
At fix Years old the fubtle Jade
Stole to the Pantry-Door, and found
The Butler with my Lady's Maid;
And you may swear the Tale went round,
She made a Song, how little Miss
Wa; kifs'd and flobber'd by a Lad;
And how, when Mafter went to p---,
Mifs came and peep'd at all he had.
At Twelve a Wit and a Coquette,
Marries for Love, half Whore, half Wise;
Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in Debt;
Turns Auth'refs, and is Curll's for Life. Her Common-Place-Book all gallant is, Of Scandal now a Cornucopia ; She pours it out in an Atalantis, Or Memoirs of the Nerv Utopia.
*The Quidnuncki's: A Tale occafioned by the Death of the Duke Regent of France.
OW vain are Mortal Man's Endeavours!
(Said, at * Dame Ellevi's, Mafter
Tr---s)
Good Orleans dead! in Truth 'tis hard:
Oh! may all Statesmen die prepar`d!
I do foresee (and for foreseeing
He equals any Man in Being)
The Army ne'er can be difbanded.
---I wish the King were fafely landed.
Ah Friends! great Changes threat the Land!
All France and England at a Stand !
There's Meroveis--- mark! strange Work!
And there's the Czar, and there's the Turk---
The Pope---An India-Merchant by,
Cut fhort the Speech with this Reply:
All at a Stand? You fee great Changes?
Ah, Sir! you never faw the Ganges,
There dwell the Nations of Quidnuncki's;
(So Monomotapa calls Monkies)
On either Bank, from Bough to Bough,
They meet and chat, as we may now;
Coffee-Heufe near St. James's.
Whispers go round, they grin, they fhrug,
They bow, they fnarl, they scratch, they hug;
And, just as Chance, or Whim provoke them,
They either bite their Friends, or stroke them.
There have I seen fome active Prig,
To fhew his Parts, beftride a Twig:
Lord! how the chatt'ring Tribe admire,
Not that he's wifer, but he's higher :
All long to try the vent'rous Thing
(For Pow'r is but to have one's Swing.)
From Side to Side he fprings, he fpurns,
And bangs his Foes and Friends by Turns.
Thus, as in giddy Freaks he bounces,
Crack goes the Twig, and in he flounccs!
Down the fwift Stream the Wretch is born,
Never, ah never to return!
2----ds! What a Fall had our dear Bro-
ther!
Morblue! cries one, and Damme, t'other.
The Nation gives a gen'ral Screech;
None cocks his Tail, none claws his Breech;
Each trembles for the publick Weal,
And for a While forgets to fteal.
A While, all Eyes intent and fteddy
Purfue him, whirling down the Eddy.
But, out of Mind, when out of View,
Some other mounts the Twig a-new;
And Bus'nefs, on each Monkey Shore,
Runs the fame Track it went before.
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