None but a peer of wit and grace
Can hope a puppy of my race.

And O! wou'd fate the blifs decree
To mine, (a blifs too great for me!)
That two my talleft fons might grace,
Attending each with ftately pace,
Iülus' fide, as erft Evander's

To keep off flatt'rers, fpies, and panders,
To let no noble flave come near,

And fcare lord Fannys from his ear:
Then might a royal youth, and true,
Enjoy at least a friend

or two;

A treasure, which of royal kind

Few but himself deferve to find.

Then Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave)

Shall wag her tail within the grave.

*On the countess of Burlington cutting paper.

PALLAS grew vap'rifh once and odd;

She would not do the leaft right thing

Either for Goddefs or for God,

Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing.

Jove frown'd, and " Use (he cry'd) those

eyes

"So fkilful, and thofe hands fo taper; "Do fomething exquifite and wife”--She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper.

This vexing him who gave her birth,
Thought by all heav'n a burning fhame,.
What does the next, but bids on earth
Her Burlington do just the fame?

Pallas, you give yourself strange airs;
But fure you'll find it hard to fpoil
The fenfe and tafte of one, that bears
The name of Savile and of Boyle.

Alas! one bad example fhown,
How quickly all the fex purfue!
See, madam! fee, the arts o'erthrown
Between John Overton and you.

* On a certain lady at court.

Know the thing that's moft uncommon,
(Envy, be filent, and attend!)

I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend.

Not

Not warp'd by paffion, aw'd by rumour;
Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly;
An equal mixture of good-humour,
And fenfible foft melancholy.,

"Has fhe no faults then, (envy fays) fir?"
Yes, she has one, I must aver:
When all the world confpires to praife her,
The woman's deaf, and does not hear.

To Doctor DELANY,
On the Libels written against him.

S fome raw youth in country bred, To arms by thirst of honour led, When at a skirmish firft he hears The bullets whistling round his ears, Will duck his head afide, will start, And feel a trembling at his heart; Till 'fcaping oft without a wound Leffens the terror of the found: Fly bullets now as thick as hops, He runs into a cannon's chops. An author thus, who pants for fame, Begins the world with fear and shame: When first in print, you fee him dread Each pop-gun levell❜d at his head : T 3

The

The lead yon critick's quill contains
Is deftin'd to beat out his brains.
As if he heard loud thunders roll,
Cries, Lord, have mercy on his foul!
Concluding, that another fhot

Will ftrike him dead upon the spot.
But, when with fquibbing, flashing, pop-

ping,

He cannot fee one creature dropping;
That, miffing fire, or missing aim,
His life is fafe, I mean his fame;
The danger paft, takes heart of
grace,
And looks a critick in the face.

Though fplendor gives the faireft mark
To poifon'd arrows from the dark,
Yet, in yourfelf when smooth and round,
They glance afide without a wound.

'Tis faid, the Gods try'd all their art, How pain they might from pleasure part; But little could their ftrength avail; Both ftill are faften'd by the tail. Thus fame and cenfure with a tether By fate are always link'd together.

Why will you aim to be preferr'd In wit before the common herd?

In feipfo totus teres atque rotundus.

And

And yet grow mortify'd and vext
To pay the penalty annext?

'Tis eminence makes envy rise;
As faireft fruits attract the flies.
Shou'd ftupid libels grieve your mind,
You foon a remedy may find:
Lie down obfcure like other folks
Below the lash of fnarlers jokes.
Their faction is five hundred odds;
For ev'ry coxcomb lends them rods,
And fneers as learnedly as they ;
Like females o'er their morning tea.

You fay, the muse will not contain, And write you must, or break a vein. Then, if you find the terms too hard, No longer my advice regard : But raise your fancy on the wing; The Irish fenate's praises fing; How jealous of the nation's freedom, And for corruptions, how they weed 'em ; How each the publick good pursues, How far their hearts from private views; Make all true patriots up to fhoe-boys Huzza their brethren at the Blue-boys

The Irish parliament fat at the Blue-boys hofpital, while

the new parliament-house was building.

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