Worthy thee! ·
Worthy me!
Muse, inspire
All thy fire!
Bards of old

Of him told,

When they said
Atlas' head

Propt the skies.

See and believe your eyes!

11.

See him stride

Vallies wide;

Over woods,

Over floods;

When he treads,

Mountains' heads

Groan and shake:

Armies quake,

Lest his spurn

Overturn

Man and steed.

Troops, take heed;
Left and right

Speed your flight,
Lest an host

Beneath his foot be lost,

Turn'd aside

III.

From his hide

7

10

-20

30

Safe from wound,
Darts rebound,
From his nose

Clouds he blows!

When he speaks,
Thunder breaks!
When he eats,
Famine threats!
When he drinks,
Neptune shrinks!
Nigh thy ear,
In mid air,
On thy hand.

Let me stand,

So shall I

(Lofty Poet!) touch the sky.

40

THE MAN-MOUNTAIN'S ANSWER

TO THE

LILLIPUTIAN VERSES.

LITTLE Thing!

1 would sing
Lofty song,
Measure long;

But I fear

That thine ear

Such a poem could not bear:

50

Therefore I

Mean to try
Humbler lays
Worthy praise.
If my strains
Work'd thee pains,

'Tis not mine

To divine

Whether cost,

Labour lost,

May on Lilliput be tost.
Horse and foot

Would you put
In the way,
Who could say

I had blame,

If they came

Near my stride,

And beside

My huge foot gigantic dy'd?

But while here

I appear
Mountain-size

To little eyes,
All that strain,

Seek in vain,

Whilst I climb,

Heights sublime,

30

10

20

To keep pace,

And to trace

My footsteps, as I move with martial grace.

Tho' 'tis true

Praise is due

To your lay,

Yet I pray
You'll attend

To a friend.
On my hand

Should you stand,

If those that soar

Fall the low'r,

All Lilliput would your's deplore.

Humbly then,

With little men,

Take your stand

On firm land,

Lest your place
Bring disgrace:
High in air,

Great the care,

To be free

From jeopardy,
Careless found,

You might bound,

Little poet to the ground,

40

50

60

62

VERSES

TO BE PLACED UNDER THE

PICTURE OF SIR R---- B----,

ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET;

Containing a complete Catalogue of his Works.

SEE who ne'er was, nor will be half read ;
Who first sang Arthur, (a) then sang Alfred ; (b)
Prais'd great Eliza (c) in God's anger,
Till all true Englishmen cry'd, Hang her!
Made William's virtues wipe the bare a---
And hang'd up Marlborough in arras; (d)
Then hiss'd from earth, grew heav'nly quite;
Made ev'ry reader curse the light; (e)
Maul'd human wit in one thick satire, (ƒ)
Next, in three books, spoil'd human nature. (g)
Undid creation (b) at a jirk,

And of redemption (i) made damn'd work.

(a) Two heroic poems, in folio, twenty books. (b) Heroic poem, in twelve books.

(c) Heroic poem, in folio, ten books.

(d) Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver. (e) Hymn to the light.

(f) Satire against wit.

(g) Of the nature of man.

(b) Creation, a poem, in seven books.

10

(i) The Redeemer, another heroic poem, in six books,