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“ That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing,
“ Pray dip your Whiskers and your Tail in."
Was ever such a happy Swain ?
He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again.
“ I'm quite alhamid-'tis mighty rude
To cat so much--but all's so good.
“ I have a thousand thanks to give-
« My Lord alone knows how to live."
No sooner said, but from the Hall
Rush Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all :
“A Rat, a Rat! clap to the door"-
The Cat comes bouncing on the floor.
O for the heart of Homer's Mice,
Or Gods to save them in a trice!
(It was by Providence they think,
For your damn'd Stucco has no chink.)

An't please your Honour, quoth the Peasant,
« This fame Dessert is not fo pleasant :)
"Give me again my hollow Tree,
“ A Crust of Bread, and Liberty!"

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Continuatque dapes : nec non verniliter ipfis
Fungitur officiis, praelambens omne quod affert.
Ille cubans gaudet mutata forte, bonifque
Rebus agit laetum convivam: cum fubito ingens
Valvarum ftrepitus lectis excullit utrumque.
Currere per totum pavidi conclave; magisque
Exanimes trepidare, simul domus alta Moloffis
Personuit canibus, tum rufticus, Hand mihi vita
Ett opus hac, ait, et valeas : me fulva, cavusque
Tutus ab infidiis tenui folabitur arvo.

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AGAIN? new Tumults.in

my

breast ? Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas ! the man

As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne. Ah sound no more thy soft alarms,

Nor circle Lober fifty with thy Charms Mother too fierce of dear Defires !

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming Loves;

Noble

Ad VENERE M.
INI
NTERMISSA, Venus, diu

Rursus bella moves ? parce precor, precor,
Non sum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis: abi

Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces, Tempestivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,

Noble and young, who strikes the heart

With every sprightly, every decent part; Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each Rival shall submit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloc lend the Face : His House, embosom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to social life and social love,
Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,

Where Thames reflects the visionary scene :
Thither, the silver-sounding lyres
Shall call the smiling Loves, and

young

Degres;

There,

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Commisfabere Maximi ;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens,

folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium,

Late signa feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior

Largis muneribus riserit aemuli, Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea Illic plurima naribus

Duces thura ; lyraque et Berecynthiae

There, every Grace and Muse shall throng,

Exalt the dance, or animate the song; There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,

Shall hail the rising, close the parting day. With me, alas! those joys are o'er ;

For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire,

The still-believing, still renew'd desire; Adieu ! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the soul; But why? ah tell me, ah too dear!

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tcar ? Why words so flowing, thoughts so free,

Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? Thee, drest in Fancy's airy beam,

Absent I follow through th' extended Dream;

Now

Delectabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fistula. Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer

Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui,
Nec certare juvat mero

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.
Sed cur, heu ! Ligurine, cur
Manat rara meas lacryma per genas?
VOL. II.

Y

Now, now I cease, I clafp thy charms,

And now you burk (ah cruel !) from my arms;
And swiftly shoot along the Mall,

Or softly glide by the Canal,
Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray,
And now, on rolling waters. snatch'd

away.

€ur. facunda parum decoro

Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ? Nocturnis te

ego

fomniis Jam captum teneo, jám volucrem sequor Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.

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