All ftain'd with infamy and vice,
Leap from the dunghill in a trice,
Burnish, and make a gaudy show,
Become a genʼral, peer, and beau,
Till peace hath made the sky ferene;
Then fhrink into its hole again.

All this we grant---why then look yonder,
Sure that must be a falamander !

Farther, we are by Pliny told,
This ferpent is extremely cold;
So cold, that, put it in the fire,
"Twill make the very flames expire:
Befides, it fpews a filthy froth
(Whether thro' rage, or love, or both,)
Of matter purulent and white,
Which happening on the skin to light,
And there corrupting to a wound,
Spreads leprofy and baldness round.
So have I feen a batter'd beau,

By age and claps grown cold as fnow,
Whose breath or touch, where-e'er he came,
Blew out love's torch, or chill'd the flame:
And fhou'd fome nymph who ne'er was
cruel,

Like Charleton cheap, or fam'd Du-Ruel,

Receive

Receive the filth which he ejects,
She foon wou'd find the fame effects
Her tainted carcass to pursue,
As from the falamander's fpue;
A dismal fhedding of her locks,
And, if no leprofy, a pox.

Then I'll appeal to each by-stander,
If this be not a Salamander?

* THE

ELEPHANT;

OR,

THE PARLIAMENT-MAN:

E'R

Written many Years fince,

Taken from Coke's Inftitutes.

'RE bribes convince you whom to
chufe,

The precepts of lord Coke perufe:
Obferve an elephant, says he,
And let like him your member be:
First, take a man that's free from gall;
For elephants have none at all:
In flocks or parties he must keep;
For elephants live juft like sheep:

Stubborn

Stubborn in honour he must be ;
For elephants ne'er bend the knee :
Laft, let his memory be found,
In which your elephant's profound.
That old examples from the wife
May prompt him in his No's and I's.
Thus the lord Coke hath gravely writ
In all the form of lawyers wit;
And then with Latin, and all that,
Shews the comparison is pat.

Yet in fome points my lord is wrong:
One's teeth are fold, and t'other's tongue:
Now men of parliament, God knows,
Are more like elephants of shows,
Whose docile memory and fenfe
Are turn'd to trick, to gather pence.
To get their master half a crown,
They spread their flag, or lay it down:
Those who bore bulwarks on their backs,
And guarded nations from attacks,
Now practife ev'ry pliant gefture,
Op'ning their trunk for ev'ry tefter.
Siam, for elephants fo fam'd,
Is not with England to be nam'd:
Their elephants by men are fold;
Ours fell themfelves, and take the gold.

ΑΝ

ELE GY

ΟΝ ΤΗΕ

Suppofed Death of PARTRIG DE, the Almanack-Maker

W

ELL; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd, Though we all took it for a jest: Partridge is dead; nay more, he dy'd; E're he could prove the good Squire ly'd. Strange, an aftrologer fhou'd die Without one wonder in the sky! Not one of all his crony stars To pay their duty at his herfe! No meteor, no eclipse appear'd! No comet with a flaming beard! The fun has rofe, and gone to bed, Juft as if Partridge were not dead ; Nor hid himself behind the moon To make a dreadful night at noon. He at fit periods walks through Aries, Howe'er our earthly motion varies ; And twice a year he'll cut th' equator, As if there had been no fuch matter.

See an account of his death, which Partridge averred

to be false, and Bickerstaff defended as true. Vol. III.

Some

Some wits have wonder'd what analogy There is 'twixt * cobling and aftrology; How Patridge made his opticks rise From a fhoe-fole to reach the fkies.

A lift the cobler's temples ties, To keep the hair out of his eyes; From whence 'tis plain, the diadem That princes wear derives from them: And therefore crowns are now-a-days Adorn'd with golden ftars and rays; Which plainly fhews the near alliance "Twixt cobling and the planets fcience. Befides, that flow-pac'd fign Bootes, As 'tis mifcall'd, we know not who 'tis : But Partridge ended all disputes; He knew his trade, and call'd it † boots. The horned moon, which heretofore Upon their fhoes the Romans wore, Whose wideness kept their toes from corns, And whence we claim our fhoeing-horn, Shews how the art of cobling bears A near resemblance to the spheres.

A fcrap of parchment hung by geometry (A great refinement in barometry) Can, like the ftars, foretel the weather; And what is parchment else but leather ?

* Partridge was a cobler.

2

+ See his almanack.

Which