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You'll owe your ruin to your
Your foes already waiting stand,
To tear you like a founder'd hulk,

While you lie helpless on the fand.

Thus, when a whale hath loft the tide,
The coasters croud to seize the spoil;
The monster into parts divide,

And ftrip the bones, and melt the oil.

Oh! may fome western tempeft sweep

Thefe locufts, whom our fruits have fed, That plague, directors, to the deep,

Driv'n from the South-fea to the Red!

May he, whom nature's laws obey,

Who lifts the poor, and finks the proud, Quiet the raging of the sea,

And fill the madness of the croud!

But never shall our isle have rest,

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Till thofe devouring wine run down,

(The devils leaving the poffeft),

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And headlong in the waters drown.

The nation then too late will find,
Computing all their coft and trouble,

Directors promises but wind,

South-sea at best a mighty bubble.

Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vaflo,

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Arma virúm, tabulæque, et Troïa gaza per undas.

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*A BALLAD ON QUADRILLE.

WHEN

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HEN as corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free;

When Ay faid Ay, and No faid No,

Without a place or fee;

Then Satan thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his spirit call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.

II.

Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack,

And four fair fuits he wore ;

His troops they are with red and black

All blotch'd and spotted o'er :

And every house, go where you will,
Is haunted by the imp Quadrille, &c.

III.

Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court cards they name :
And, ftatesmen-like, calls in the king
To help out a bad game:

But, if the parties manage ill,

The king is forc'd to lose Codille, &c.

IV..

When two and two were met of old,

Tho' they ne'er meant to marry, They were in Cupid's books inroll'd,

And call'd a party quarree:

But now, meet when and where you will,

A party quarree is Quadrille, &c.

V.

The commoner, and knight, the peer,

Men of all ranks and fame,

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Leave to their wives the only care

To propagate their name;

And well that duty they fulfil,

When the good husband's at Quadrille, &c.

VI.

When patients lie in piteous cafe,

In comes th' apothecary;

And to the doctor cries, alas!

Non debes quadrillare.

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The patient dies without a pill;

For why the doctor's at Quadrille, &c.

VII.

Should France and Spain again grow loud,
The Muscovite grow louder ;

Britain, to curb her neighbours proud,
Would want both ball and powder;
Must want both sword and gun to kill;
For why the gen'ral's at Quadrille, &c.
VIII.

The King of late drew forth his fword,
(Thank God 'twas not in wrath),
And made of many a 'fquire and lord

An unwash'd Knight of Bath:

What are their feats of arms and skill?
They're but nine parties at Quadrille, &c.

IX.

A party late at Cambray met,

Which drew all Europe's eyes; 'Twas call'd in Poftboy and Gazette

The quadruple allies:

But fome body took fomething ill,
So broke this party at Quadrille, &c.

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And now, God fave this noble realm,
And God fave eke Hanover;

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And God fave those who hold the helm,

When as the King goes over :

But let the King go where he will,
His fubjects must play at Quadrille,

Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.

мо

*MOLLY

MOG;

OR,

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The Fair Maid of the Inn †.

SAYS my uncle, I pray you

discover

What hath been the caufe of your woes,

Why you pine, and you whine, like a lover?

I've seen Molly Mog of the Rofe.

O nephew! your grief is but folly ;

In town you may find better prog;
Half a crown there will get you a Molly,
A Molly much better than Mog.

I know that by wits 'tis recited,
That women at best are a clog :
But I'm not fo easily frighted

From loving my fweet Molly Mog.

The schoolboy's defire is a play-day;
The schoolmaster's joy is to flog;
The milkmaid's delight is on May-day;
But mine is on fweet Molly Mog.

Will-o'-wifp leads the traveller a-gadding
Thro' ditch, and thro' quagmire and bog:

But no light can fet me a-madding,
Like the eyes of my fweet Molly Mog.

The Rofe-inn at Okingham in Berkshire.

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For guineas in other mens breeches

Your gamesters will palm and will cog:

But I envy them none of their riches,

So I may win fweet Molly Mog.

The heart, when half wounded, is changing,
It here and there leaps like a frog:

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But my heart can never be ranging,

'Tis fo fix'd upon fweet Molly Mog.

Who follows all ladies of pleafure,

In pleasure is thought but a hog:
All the fex cannot give fo good measure
Of joys, as my fweet Molly Mog.

I feel I'm in love to diftraction,
My fenfes all loft in a fog;
And nothing can give fatisfaction

But thinking of fweet Molly Mog.

A letter when I am inditing,

Comes Cupid and gives me a jog:
And I fill all the paper with writing
Of nothing but fweet Molly Mog.

If I would not give up the three Graces,
C I wish I were hang'd like a dog,
And at court all the drawing-room faces,
For a glance of my fweet Molly Mog.

Those faces want nature and spirit,

And feem as cut out of a log:
Jano, Venus, and Pallas's merit
Unite in my sweet Molly Mog.

Those who toast all the family royal
In bumpers of bogan and nog,

Have hearts not more true or more loyal

Than mine to my fweet Molly Mog.

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