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An Epigrain by T. B. 674
Uferit antarétus radienti Cancer Olympo,
Grandinis inde ruit crepitantis faxeus imber,

Decidit linc tacite mobile vellus aque.....!!.
Sive fuas Tempm fugitivum perdidit alas,
Aut vellet veri dicere Bruma, Vale.

Thus merrily turn'd over a Glafs.
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HE Cral does of the tufted Ring.pofsefs,

i From whose soft Banksche whizzing Waters fall, And Show'rs of Love perform the Dev'l 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.

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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

ber: Money.

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Exte, nibil debet; nihil debes, Sexte, fatemur;

Debet enim fi quis folvere, Sexte, potesti
Sextus thou nothing owoft, nothing I fay;
He fomething owes that something has to pay.

Eritrdning
An Epigram.by Mr. Tho BROWN.
De Parnaflo.

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P is Phobe, dierum;

Qui pariter radiis ingeniog; vales.
Cernis 18 incassam miseris, tra Turba, Poetry

Carpimus incertam per tua Regna Viam,

At tuus ille, Annis natus melioribus, alto
Vertice Parnassi regnat Homerus ovans:

Indir Nofq; fatig atos vincere fumma parentes

Ronio prohibet fig ere colle pedem. Sic ego. Sic Divus

; Convitia mitte jocosa. Mitte leves Curas, vana Querela tua eft. Regna colunt inam nósti terrestria Regem,

Odit rivales Imperialis apex.
Parnaflug; meus, genuo licet Æchera clivo,
Dividat, ac Reges non capit ille duos.

Thus Paraphras'd. O

Phæbus ! Father of the rhiming Crowd,

Doom'd to be poor, yet destin'd to be proud i
Bright Ruler both of Poetry and Light;
'Tis true, you give us Wit, but ftarve us by't.
Behold us struggling in those Alipp'ry Ways,
Which leads from Profit to the Hopes of Praise ;
That tempting Shadow which fuch Swarms pursue
Tho' footh'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 shone in Wit, as glorious as thy Raysg
With Honour juftly climb'd the lofty Hill,
And rul'd with Joy the facred Pinacle;
Where none his ancient Title must dispntes
Or after him presume to set a Foor.
Inspir'd by these, he took so vast a Flights
That nodern Ages ne'er could reach his Height:
His Works forbid us to wolest bis 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 she rest;
God-like, from Cares exempt, I'll fit at Eaf,
And jest with humane Follies as I please :
Ne'er pine in vain, or languish o'er my Wants,
Buc leave to wbining Coxcombs fuch Complaints.
And as no earthly Monarch will admit
Arival Prince in his Inperial Seat;

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So o'er Parnasus will I reign as King, And whilft the envious Criticks rail, I'll fing. The bending Arch of Heav'n fhall be my Crowng And thus, unequald, will I rule alone, 'Till more aspiring Wit fhall justly claim Apollo's Kingdom, and surmount my Fame. eitset gostoutgefistoukostsalget surtoutoutigetsutsuki

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 :

N ancient Times, as learned Efop shows,
But whether this from State-Intrigues did flow,
Or to some 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 wrouglit.
Picqueering 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 Beafts, 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,
Evin their old Piques, and warm Disputes forgot,
The Hind a wu Panther joyn'd upon the Spot;
And by one mutual League of Friendship held,
Prepare for the rough Bufwefs of the Field,

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When lo! the Birds in num'rous Bands appear, And with repeated Criesattack the Rear ; Give a fierce Charge, and back, like Parthians, fly, 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'd 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)

(Lorelo 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 eager 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 chronicld his Taker, But all Records agree they found him in Long: Acte. 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

(ran. Eeach Member in the publick Mirth concurr'd, And drolld upon the poor A poftatizing Bird. First, Parrot Settle open'd wide his Throat, Next, Cuckow Rimer, always in a Note ; And Peacock Cherwood, of the Clergy Kind; But his Poetick Feet difgrac'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 Cloe.

When

When:now their Raillery began to spare, (And faith 'twas too much for one Bird to bear) The Eagle order'd silence in the Room, And thus,aloud, pronounc'd the shiv'ring Lubber's Doom....

Beaff 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 accurst to all fucceeding 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 State, And Poet-Laureat of the Woods create. Out-law'd our Realms, and banini'd from the Light, Be thou for ever dunn'd to steal Abroad by Night.

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The Fable of the Horse and the Stag,

TH

I.
*HE Horn-arm'd Srag deny'd the Horse

The Privilege of the Common, 'Till starv'd, for Want of equal Force, He begg'd Afiftance from Man.

II.
For why ? Resolvid at any Rate

To get his Share of Pasture;
He rather chose to champ the Bit,
Than leave the Stag sole Master.

III.
With Man astride, le march'd to fight

A Foe that durft not face him ;
For he, witli Strangeness of the Sight,

Was frighted from his Grazing.

IV, Nor

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