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An Epigrain by T. B. 65 Ulferit antarctus radienti Cancer Olympo, Grandinis inde ruit crepitantis saxeus imber,
Decidit hinc tacite mobile vellus aque. Sive suas Tempus fugitivum perdidit alas, Aut vellet veri dicere Brima, Vale.
Thus merrily turn'd over a Glafs. TH
HE Crab does of the tufted Ring poffefs,
And crawls unseen about the heavenly Place i
From whose foft Bunks the whizzing Waters fall,
And Show'rs of Love perform the Devil and all. ,
But when old Time has ftretch'd the Channel wide,
And stopp'd the Flux of the refreshing Tide,
"Tis Drudg'ry then, in sich a Pool to fail,
One Moment makes us glad to fay, Farewel.
Mr. Brown's Extempore Version of two Verses
out of Martial, occafion’d by a clamourous Dun,
who vow'd she wou'd not leave him 'till she had
Exte, nibil debet ; nihil debes, Sexte, fatemur;
Debet enim fi quis folvere, Sexte, potesti
Sextus thou nothing ow ft, nothing I fay;
He something owes that something has to pay.
An Epigräm by Mr. To BROWN.
P Phäbe, dierum,
Qui pariter radiis ingeniog; vales.
Cernis tit incassam miseris, tra Turba, Poetry
Carpimus incertam per tua Regna Viam,
At tuus ille, Annis natus melioribus, alto
Verrice Parnassi regnat Homerus ovans:
Nofq; fatigatos & vincere summa parentes
Lonio prohibet fig ere colle pedem.
Sic ego. Sic Divus ; Convitia mitte jocosa.
Mitte leves Curas, vana Querela tua eft.
Regna colunt 1nam nósti terrestria Regem,
Odı rivales Imperialis apex.
Parnasug; meus, genuo licet Ærher a clivo,
Dividat, ac Reges non capit ille duos.
Thus Parapbras d.
Phæbus ! Father of the rhiming Crowd,
Doom'd to be poor, yet destin'd to be proud ;
Bright Ruler both of Poetry and Light;
'Tis true, you give us Wit, but starve us by't.
Behold us struggling in those flipp’ry Ways,
Which leads from Profit to the Hopes of Praise ;
That tempting Shadow which such Swarms pursuios
Tho'fooch'd by many, merited by few;
Yer oft by Fools and Flatrerrers enjoy'd,
And to the more Deserving still denyd :
But thy Son Homer liv'd in better Days,
And thione in Wit, as glorious as thy Rayss
With Honour juftly climb'd the lofty Hill,
And rul’d with Joy the facred Pinacle;
Where none his ancient Title must dispntey
Or after him presume to set a Foot,
Inspir'd by these, he took so vast a Flight,
That modern Ages ne'er could reach his Height: 71
His Works forbid us to ipolest his Reign,
And shew that all-Attempts would prove in vain..
Yet since all Ages have their certain Beft, And one has Right to tow'r above the rest; God-like, from Cares exempt, I'll sit at Eafe, And jest with humane Follies as I please : Ne'er pine in vain, or languish o'er my Wants, But leave to wbining Coxcombs such Complaints, And as no earthly Monarch will admit Arival Prince in his Imperial Seat ;
So o'er Parnaffus will I reign as King, And whilft the envious Criticks rail, I'll sing, The bending Arch of Heav'n fhall be my Crowng And thus, unequal'd, will I rule alone, 'Till more aspiring Wit fhall justly claim Apollo's Kingdom, and surmount my Fame. estantsetsutsutsutsutustootetsutsetortsetsetuks
F A B L E S. The Fable of the Bat and the Birds. In Imitation of that of the Buzzard in the Hind
and Panther. In the Tear 1689. I a :
N ancient Times, as learned Efop shows,
But whether this from State-Intrigues did flow,
Or to fome Church-Pretence its Birth did owe,
Or Depredations made, concerns us not to know.
Weighty, you may be sure, the Cause was thought,
which such an universal Tumult wrought,
Picqucering Parties first began the Fray,
A fad Presage of the ensuing Day.
At last the War was folemnly proclaim'd,
The Hour of Fighting fet, and both the Leaders nam'd,
The foolish Bat, a Bird obfcure and base,
The Scorn and Jest of all the feather'd Race;
Or by fantastick Fears and Scruples led,
Or by Ambition mov'd, his Party fled,
Joyn'd with the Beasts, and, eager to engage,
With popular Harangues urg'd on a feeble Rage.
As Fortune wcu'd, on an ill-fated Day
The Beasts drew out their Forces in Array:
The diff'rent Kinds their Grudges laid aside,
And for the commion Safety now provide,
Ev'n their old Piques, and warm Disputes forgot,
The Hind a xd Panther joyn'd upon the Spot;
And by one mutual League of Friendship held,
Prepare for the rough Bufiness of the Field,
When lo! the Birds in num'rous Bands appear,
And with repeated Cries attack the Rear ;
Give a fierce Charge, and back, like Parthians, flyg
To repoffefs the patrimonial Sky ;
Then straight descending, with redonbla Might
They spend their Fury, and renew the Fight.
Pale Victory, all trembling and dismay'd,
With doubtful Wings the Purple Scene survey'd.
At last, propitious to her feather'd Kind,
Declar'd her Favour, and the Scale inclin d.
Whole Hecatombs the cover'a Field posseft,
And gave their Foes at once a Triumph and a Feaft.
Their flaughter'd Young the Rachel-Dams deplor'd,
And many a widow'd Cow mourn'd o'er her horned
The gen'rous Eagle (fo his Stars ordain)
Chaces th' affrighted Lyon from the Plain :
Their General gone, the rest like Lightning fly,
A cheap unfighting Herd not worth the Victory.
And now the Birds with cager Haste pursue,
Thro' Lanes and devious Tracts, the scatter'd Crew:
Among the rest, beset with Dangers round,
The trembling Bat was in a Cellar fonnd:
'Tis Pity Fame ne'er chronicl’d his Taker,
But all Records agree they found him in Long: Acre.
Percht on a Pole, they brought him to the Bar,
Where the full House fat talking of the War.
Strait at the Sight a various Noise began,
Which thro' the spacious Hall and neighb'ring Lobby
Eeach Member in the publick Mirth concurrd,
And drolld upon the poor Apoftatizing Bird.
First, Parrot Settle open'd wide his Throat,
Next, Cuckow Rimer, always in a Note ;
And Peacock Chetwood, of the Clergy Kind;
But his Poetick Feet disgrac'd the Train behind.
And Creech and Norris, Blackbirds of Renown;
And Corm'rant Higden, for Devouring known.
Nay, to augment the Hardship of his Woes,
Owl Durfy clapt his Wings, and hooted in the Cloce.
When now their Raillery began to spare,
(And faith 'was too much for one Bird to bear)
The Eagle order'd silence in the Room,
And thus, aloud, pronounc'd the fiv'ring Lubber's Doom...
Beast of a Bird, thus to desert thy Friends,
And join the common Foe, for base ungen’rous Ends,
What Punishment can fuit fo black a Crime ?
Hear then, and stand accurft to all succeeding Time.
From all our Diets be thou first expellid,
Or those in Aow'ry Groves, or those in Steeples held;
When our gay Tribes in youthful Pomp appear,
To join'in Nuptial Bands, and meet the smiling Year :-
Nay more, to make thee mortify and grieve,
To Buzzard Shadwell we thy Places give;
Him we appoint Historian of our Stare,
And Poet-Laurear of the Woods create.
Out-law'd our Realms, and banini'd from the Light,
Be thou for ever dumn'd to steal Abroad by Night.
The Fable of the Horse and the Stag,
HE Horn-arm'd Stag deny'd the Horse
The Privilege of the Common, 'Till starv’d, for Want of equal Force, He bego'd Afiftance from Man.
For why? Resolv'd at any Rate
To get his Share of Pasture;
He rather chose to champ the Bit,
Than leave the Stag sole Master.
With Man aftride, le march'd to fight
A Foe that durft not face him ;
For he, with Strangeness of the sight,
Was frighted from his Grazing.