"But where," say they, "shall we bestow these 66 weavers, "That spread our streets, and are such piteous 66 cravers ?" The silk worms (brittle beings!) prone to fate, "TIS ON GALLSTOWN HOUSE*. BY DR. DELANY†. IS so old, and so ugly, and yet so convenient, You're sometimes in pleasure, though often in pain in't. 'Tis so large you may lodge a few friends with ease in't, You may turn and stretch at your length if please in't; you 'Tis so little, the family live in a press in't, And poor lady Betty has scarce room to dress in't; * The seat of George Rochfort, esq., father to the earl of Belvidere. Several pleasantries of this gentleman, Dr. Delany, and a groupe of their intimate friends, are to be found in different parts of this collection. + See the dean's poetical epistle to this gentleman, vol. VII, page 150. Daughter of the earl of Drogheda, and married to George Rochfort, esq. "Tis 'Tis so cold in the winter, you can't bear to lie in't, And so hot in the summer, you're ready to fry in't; 'Tis so brittle 'twould scarce bear the weight of a tun, Yet so staunch, that it keeps out a great deal of sun; 'Tis so crazy, the weather with ease beats quite through it, And you're forced every year in some part to renew it; 'Tis so ugly, so useful, so big, and so little, 'Tis so staunch, and so crazy, so strong, and so brittle, 'Tis at one time so hot, and another so cold, It is part of the new, and part of the old; It is just half a blessing, and just half a curse- ON THE GREAT BURIED BOTTLE*. BY DR. DELANY, AMPHORA, quæ mæstum linquis, lætumque revises Arentem dominum, sit tibi terra levis. Tu quoque depositum serves, neve opprime, marmor; Amphora non meruit tam pretiosa mori. * See vol. VII, page 235. VOL. XVIII. FF EPITAPH, EPITAPH, BY THE SAME. HOC tumulata jacet proles Lenæa sepulchro, PROMETHEUS. ON * WOOD THE PATENTEE'S IRISH HAlfpence. 1724. I. As when the squire and tinker Wood, Gravely consulting Ireland's good, Smith's dust, and copper, lead, and brass; United close in ev'ry part, In fillets roll'd, or cut in pieces, See an account of Wood's project in the Drapier's Letters. Scotch, Scotch, Irish, English, French unite, A strange event! whom gold incites II. There is a chain let down from Jove, Dissolved, and into money coin'd; * (Venus was bribed to let it pass.) Now while this brazen chain prevail'd, Jove saw that all devotion fail'd; No temple to his godship raised; No sacrifice at altars blazed; A great lady was said to have been bribed by Wood. In short, such dire confusion follow'd, Prometheus on a rock is laid, Tied with a chain himself had made, While vultures eat his growing liver. III. Ye pow'rs of Grub street, make me able Discreetly to apply this fable; Say, who is to be understood ; By that old thief Prometheus? Wood. But Jove will soon convert, I hope, A YOUNG |