Page images
PDF
EPUB

Sir, quoth the Man, I mean no Harm,
I only do't my Hands to warm,
In this cold Frofty Seafon.

III.

The Satyr gave him from the Pot
A Mefs of Porridge piping hot;

The Man blow'd o'er his Gruel.
What's that for, Friend? The Satyr cry'd,
To cool my Broth, his Gueft reply'd,
And Truth, Sir, is a Jewel.

IV.

How, quoth the Hoft, then is it fo,
And can you Contradictions blow?
Turn out, and leave my Cottage.
This honeft Manfion ne'er fhall hold
Such Rafcals as blow Hot and Cold,
The De'l muft find you Pottage.

The C

's defir'd, that in their next Choice, They'd be pleas'd from this Fable to take good Advice; For a Man that two Churches at once has in View, Shams both in their Turns, and to neither is true.

A Dialogue betwixt the New Lotteries and the Royal Oak.

New Lotteries.

To you, the Mother of our Schools,

Where Knaves, by Licenfe, manage Fools,

Finding fit Juncture and Occafion

To pick the Pockets of the Nation,

We come to know how we must treat 'em,

And to their Hearts Content may cheat 'em.

Royal-Oak,

It chears my aged Heart to fee

So num'rous a Progeny;

I find

I find by you, that 'tis Heaven's Will,
That Knavery fhou'd flourish still;
You have Docility and Wit,
And Fools were never wanting yet.
Obferve the crafty Auctioneer,
His Art to fell Wafte-Paper dear :
When he for Salmon baits his Hooks,
That Cormorant of Offal-Books,
Who bites, as fure as Maggots breed,
Or Carrion-Crows on Horfe-flesh feed.
Fair fpecious Titles him deceive,
To fweep what Sl

and Tn leave.
If greedy Gulls you wou'd enfnare,
Make 'em Proposals wond'rous fair.
Tell 'em ftrange Golden Show'rs fhall fall,
And promife Mountains to 'em all.

New Lotteries.

That Graft we've been already taught,
And by that Trick have Millions caught.
Books, Bawbles, Toys, all Sorts of Stuff,
Have gone off this Way well enough.
Nay Mufick too invades our Art,
And to fome Tune wou'd play her Part.
I'll fhew you now what we are doing,
For we have divers Wheels a going.
We have found out richer Lands,
Than Afia Hills, or Africk's Sands,
And to vaft Treasures must give Birth,
Deep hid in Bowels of th' Earth;
In fertile Wales, and God knows where,
Rich Mines of Gold and Silver are,
From whence we drain prodigious Store
Of Silver Coin'd, tho' none in Ore,

Which down our Throats rich Coxcombs pour,
In hopes to make us vomit more.

Royal-Oak.

This Project furely must be good,
Because not eas'ly understood:
Befides, it gives a mighty Scope
To the Fool's Argument, Vain Hope.

No Eagle's Eye the Cheat can fee,
Thro' Hope thus back'd by Mystery.
New Lotteries.

We have, befides a Thousand more,
• For Great and Small, for Rich and Poor,
From him that can his Thousands fpare,
Down to the Penny-Customer.

Royal Oak,

The filly Mob in Crowds will run,
To be at eafy Rates undone ;

A Gimcrack-Show draws in the Rout,
Thoufands their All, by Pence, lay out.

New Lotteries.

We, by Experience, find it true;
But we have Methods wholly New;
Strange late invented Ways to thrive,
To make Men pay for what they give;
To get the Rents into our Hands
Of their Hereditary Lands,

And out of what doth thence arife,
To make 'em buy Annuities.
We've Mathematick Combination,
To cheat Fools by plain Demonftration,.
Which fhall be fairly manag'd too,
The Undertakers know not how.
Befide,

Royal Oak,

Pray, hold a little, here's enough,
To beggar Europe of this Stuff.
Go on, and profper, and be Great,
I am to you a puny Cheat.

****************

In Obitum Tho. Shadwell, pinguis memoriæ.

1693.

C

I.

Onditur hoc tumulo Bavius, gravis effe memento
Terra tuo Bavio, nam fuit ille tibi.

II.

II.

Tam citò miraris Bavii fætere cadaver?
Non erat in toto corpore mica falis.

III.

Mors uni Bavio lucrum ; nam jugera Vates
Qui vivens habuit nulla, sepultus habet.

IV.

Porrigitur novus hic Tityus per jugera septem,
Nec que tondebit vifcera deerit Avis.

[ocr errors]

Dirite, (nam bene vos nôftis) gens Critica, Vates
An fuerit Bavius pejor, an Hiftoricus.

VI.

Militiam ficco Wilhelmus Marte peregit,,
O Clemens Cafar! confulis hiftorico.
VII.

Tom writ, his Readers ftill flept o'er his Book;
For Tom took Opium, and they Opiates took.

[ocr errors][merged small]

A

ND muft our glorious Laureat then depart!

Heav'n, if it please, may take his loyal Heart;

As for the reft, fweet Devil, fetch a Cart.

C

In Decretum Parliamenti 1689.
De non adulterandis Vinis.

Rimen adulterii vetuerunt Biblia fruftrà.
Fam quid ages, Caupo? Parliamenta vetant.

Infcriptions defign'd for the Dial over the Fountain in the new Square at Lincoln's-Inn.

I.

UT referat gratam mercedem quælibet hora,

Munificum laudet qualibet hora Deum.
II.

Unde fluit lapfu, quid flas ignave, perenni,
Carpe viator iter, fic tibi vita fluit.

III.

Hec Legum domus eft, colit hanc Themis aurea fedem,
Hofpite nec Domus eft dignior ulla Dea..

Antenor's Speech in the fecond Eneid, apply'd to the Declaration for Liberty of Confcience. In the Year 1687.

[ocr errors]

Timeo Danaos, & dona ferentes.

YOU dull Diffenters, what vain Folly blinds
Your Senfes thus, and captivates your Minds?

Think you this proffer'd Liberty is free

From Tricks, and Snares, and papal Treachery?
Think you 'twas meant according to the Letter?
Oh! that fuch plodding Heads fhou'd know the Pope no
Trust me, this Kindness either was defign'd

[better. T' inflame our Quarrels, and our Weakness find:" Or elfe the Breach was open'd at a Venture,

That at one Hole both Cowl and Cloak might enter.
Pray, Heav'n, there be no farther Mischief meant,
But I'm afraid there's Roman Opium in't.
Be't what it will, the gilded Pill fufpect,

And with a fmiling Scorn your proffer'd Fate reject;
A Papist, tho' ungiving, means you Evil,

But when he scatters Gifts and Mercies, he's the Devil.

Pro

« PreviousContinue »