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To the Damfel whose Language as coarse as her Skin, it was
And who fain wou'd be dabbling, but starts at the Singo
As the stares at and covers the Thing call'da Man, artim
And she thinks she cou'd do what her Ladyfhip can:
From the Prodigal Cir, who's a settling the Nation,
To the poor Country Thresher,who's as great in his Station.
From their 'Squireships and Knighthoods, and Lordships

; (and Graces
To the Man of no Title, wb makes 'em wry Faces,
All alike shall be purg'd by your laxative Verses,
Which shall loosen their Tongues instead of their Arsesy
As they join in the Praises of what I commend,
And acknowledge you theirs, as I own you my Friend. i

London, Fune 28, 1700.



Upon the Encampment on Hounslow-Heath. ; TO

oo long, by flowing Luxury betray'd,

Our Britis Ie was in loose Slumbers laid ; Too long we felt the Ills of fatal Peace, And idly languith'd in inglorious Ease; No manly Business did our Thoughts engage, To purchase Fame on Europe's wond'ring Stage; Buc grown unmindful of olir former Name, We all our Fathers Triumphs did disclaim, While even France itself, with $0 ng beheld our Shame. The idle Spear hung up, the polish'd Shield Forgot the great Archievements of the Field; The gen'rous-Sword contracted filthy Rust, And active Pikes lay. moul’dring in the Dust. Shrill Trumpets fpake not to the armed Throng, 2 Our Instruments unlearu'd each martial Song, AT While Guns and Bombs as useful did appear, grisis As Laws and Learning in the Times of War :

Mean-while our Neighbours (trove to break the Chain;! And fought the Empire of fair Albion's Main,..



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Bold num'rous Suitors briskly did prepare,
To court the Nymph with all the Pomp of War.
Nay, more, the Eastern World our Shame muft know,
And rifled Bantam English Conduct show,
While the proud Dutch, by potent Nants infpird,
Invade our Coafts, and on the Castles fir'd:
Spain, that was much amaz'd at such a Sight,
Suspected now the Truth of Eighty Eight.
And scarcely thought our Fathers could obtain,
Such great and glorious Triumphs over Spain.

Thus were we fcorn’d, and thus contemn'd Abroad,
While Seeds of civil Feuds at Home were fow'd ;
Prompted by each bold Inftrument of Hell,
Dull Fools, we did for Conscience Sake rebel;
Then senseless Clamours all our Thoughts employ'd,
And Whig and Tory did the Land divide.

But now triumphant fames the Scepter (ways,
Th' adoring World our Rising Sun surveys :
He to our Minds new Vigour does infuse,
And furnish ample Matter for the Muse;
He to it self our Ifland does restore,
Extends its Limits, and confirms its Pow'r,
While the Great Edward's mighty Ghost is pleas'd
To see his ancient Kingdom's Honours rais’ú.

Behold how shining in your martial Pride
Our Troops at Hounslow do your Courfers guide;
See how the well-form'd Phalanx does advance,
Taught by Experience, not inspir'd by Chance ;
See how the Colours wanton in the Air,
And Helmets glisten formidably Fair ;
How Groves of pointed Spears do move along,
As Trees commanded by the Thracian Song;
While Drums and Trumpets rend the lift'ning Skies,
And ev'ry Heart keeps Meafure with the Noise.

Surely, if Poets Prophecies are true,
These Heroes must unheard of Wonders do;
Either proud France must now fvef Vengeance feel,
And once more groan beneath the English Steel ;
Or perjur'd Holland, fome revolving Day,
For fam'd Amboyna's fatal Slaughters pay;


Or the large Kingdoms of the pow'rful West,
Too much by Spanish Cruelties opprest,
With English Arts at last, and English Laws be bleft.


Upon the setting up of the Statue of Queen Eliza

beth, of ever blessed Memory, in the Royal

Exchange, London. L

ET Menmon's Statue be no more admir’dy

That ueter'd Sounds, by the Sun-beams inspir'd;
My Muse a greater Wonder does rehearse,
For Stones have here infus'd the lofty Verse.

Oh! London, the just Pride of Albion's Isle,
That do'st with Ease and flowing Plenty smile,
Whose pow.'rful Ships the Ocean do furvey,
And make both Indies to thee Tribute pay,
Oh! give fresh Honours to Eliza's Name,
And view the lasting Trophies of her Fame :
She rais'd thy Head, and all thy Wealth secur'd,
Which else proud Spaniards Rapine had devour'd :
She chac'd ihy Night of Igriorance away,
And foon restor'a Truth's incorrupted Ray.

Nor were her Bleslings to this Realm confin'd;
Strangers enjoy'd the Virtues of her Mind:
Holland, half ruin'd by the Pride of Spain,
By her kind Influence rais'd it self again ;
She freed’em from the Tyranny of Rome,
And stopt the Tide of Heav'n's impending Doom.
E'en France it felf, with civil Tumults stain’d,
Invok'd her Help, and Help was ftreight obtain'u,
Else the curft League had clipe the Royal Crown,
And from his Greatnefs thrown the Monarch dowil.

Who without Joy and Wonder can survey
The glorious Triumphs of that happy Day,
When mighty Drake oppos'd the Pow'r of Spain,
And fought their Navy in the British Main :
Long had proud Plilip England's Fate confpir'd,
Urgʻd by Revenge, and with Ambition fir'd ;


Long had he {trove by all the Arts of Pow'r;
Old Rome's exploded Errors to restore
Then rev'reud Shrines were of their Reliquies stripta
And confecrated Guns and Daggers Piipt ;
Each Banner was baptiz'd in Holy Oil,
And Vows were made to recommend the Toil;
The miter'd Prelate of St. Peter's Chair
Clubla'd towards the work, and bleft it with a Pray'r.
Nay, griping Priests that never gave before,
Now plunder'd Altars to increase the Store.

Thus setting forth from Lisbon's façal Bay,
Thro' wond'ring Waves the Navy. cut its way ;
The World, a maz'd, lookt on the cusst, Intent,
And Fate now almost doubted the Event.
But Britain's Genius, no: surpriz'd with Fear,
Towards the great Fleet its nimble Course did steer.
The roaring Guns first Complements did make,
At which the frighten'd Gallies 'gan to quaks ;
Soldiers, like Mag-pies, Autter'd in the Air,
And ev'ry Ship did in the Damage Mare :
Till, half consum'd with Streams of glowing Fire,
The Gen'ral thought ic Prudence to retire.

These Triumphs we to Great Eliza owe,
Such Bleflings her fofc Influence did bestow;
Sh'enrich'd our Island with the Indian Mine,
And first reduc'd Religion, and our Coin :
O! may she live exalied in her Fame,
Enjoying all the Glories of her Name;
Wbile British Fleets the Ocean Mall command,
And Peace and Plenty crown our happy Land,
While true Religion does her Sway maintain
Againft the Arts of Fraud, and Cruelcies of Spain,
చేసిన మహిమను వివహ : అని సినిమా సామహనీ
In Praise of the Bottle. A Song.

1. Hat a Pox d'ye tell me of the Papifts Design? Would to God you'd leave talking, and drink off

(your Wine.



Away with your Glass, sir, and drown all Debate;
Lec's le loyally merry ; ne'er-think of the State. ,
The King (Heav'ns bless him) knoivs beft how to rule
And who troubles his Head I think is but a Fool.

Come, Sir, here's his Health; your Brimmer advance,
We'll ingross all the Claret, and leave none for France.
'Tis by this we declare our Loyal Intent,
And by our Carousing the Customs augment.
Would all mind their Drinking, and proper Vocation,
We should ha'none of this Bustle and Stir in the Nation.

III. Let the Hero of Poland, and Monarch of France, Scrive, by Methods of Fighting, their Crowns to advance. Let Chapels, in Lime Street, be built, or destroy'd, And the Test, and the Oath of Supremacy, void; It shall ne'er irouble me; l'in none of thole Maggots, That have whimsical Falicies of Smithfield and Faggots.

IV. Then banish all groundless Sufpicions away ; The King knows to govern, let us learn to obey. Let ev'ry Man mind his Business and Drinking; When the Head's full of Wine, there's no Room left for

[Thinking 'Tis nought Lue an empty and whimsical Pate, That makes Fools run giddy with Nations of Scate.

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I Spark,

Hate the Dotard, that restrains


That ev'ry single Doe difdains,
But bravely chaces all the Park.
What Charms can one pretend ? She's fair,
Well.shap'd, perhaps, plays well, or fings.

All's true ; but were lhe yet more rare,
The God of Love, you know, has Wings


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