ATLAS; OR, THE MINISTER OF STATE. TO THE LORD TREASURER OXFORD. ATLAS, we read in ancient song, 1710. Yet Hercules was not so strong, A premier minister of state; Alcides one of second rate, Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wise; A TOWN ECLOGUE. 1710. (FIRST PRINTED IN THE TATTLER.) Scene, the Royal Exchange. CORYDON. NOW the keen rigour of the winter's o'er, Where Loves were wont to sport, and Smiles to play? Was to your rooms in Lincoln's Inn betray'd; PHIL. But what to me does all that love avail, Each night with wine and wenches you regale; The week flies round; and when my profit's known, COR. Hard fate of virtue, thus to be distress'd, PHIL. And yet Crepundia, that conceited fair, And views me hourly with a scornful eye. COR. She might as well with bright Cleora vie, PHIL. With this large petticoat I strive in vain COR. What I could raise I sent; a pound of plums, Five shillings, and a coral for his gums; To-morrow I intend him something more. PHIL. I sent a frock and pair of shoes before. COR. However, you shall home with me to night, Forget your cares, and revel in delight. I have in store a pint or two of wine, Some cracknels, and the remnant of a chine. L. B. W. H. J. S. S. T. EPITAPH, INSCRIBED ON A MARBLE TABLET, IN BERKELEY CHURCH, GLOUCESTERSHIRE. H. S. E. CAROLUS Comes de BERKELEY, Vicecomes DURSLEY, Baro BERKELEY, de Berkeley Cast., MOWBRAY, SEGRAVE, Et BRUCE, è nobilissimo Ordine Balnei Eques, Vir ad genus quod spectat et proavos usquequaque nobilis, Et longo si quis alius procerum stemmate editus; Muniis etiam tam illustri stirpi dignis insignitus. Siquidem a GULIELMO II° ad ordines fœderati Belgii Ablegatus et Plenipotentiarus Extraordinartus Rebus, non Britanniæ tantùm, sed totius fere Europæ (Tunc temporis præsertim arduis) per annos V. incubuit, Quam felici diligentiâ, fide quam intemeratâ, Ex illo discas, Lector, quod, superstite patre, In magnatum ordinem adscisci meruerit. Fuit à sanctioribus consiliis et Regi GULIEL. et ANNE Reginæ, E proregibus Hiberniæ secundus, Comitatum civitatumque Glocest. et Brist, Dominus Locumtenens, Denique ad Turcarum primum, deinde ad Roman. Imperatorem. Sed restat adhuc, præ quo sordescunt cætera, Erga Deum pius, erga pauperes munificus, LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON MR. HARLEY'S BEING STABBED, AND ADDRESSED TO HIS PHYSICIAN. 1710-11. ON Britain Europe's safety lies; Britain is left if Harley dies: Harley depends upon your skill: Think what you save, or what you kill.* AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG. BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF A FAMOUS ORATOR AGAINST PEACE. 1711. AN Orator dismal of Nottinghamshire, Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire, "I told lord treasurer of four lines I writ extempore, with my pencil, on a bit of paper in his house, while he lay wounded. Some of the servants, I suppose, made waste paper of them; and he never heard of them." Journal to Stella, Feb. 19, 1711-12. +"Lord Nottingham, a famous tory and speechmaker, is gone over to the whig side. They toast him daily, and lord Wharton says 'It is Dismal (so they call him from his looks) will save England at last. Lord treasurer was hinting as if he wished a ballad was made on him, and I will get up one against to-morrow." Journal to Stella, Dec. 5, 1711.-"I was this morning making the ballad, two degrees above Grub-street. Then dined with our society. The printer came be fore we parted, and brought the ballad, which made them laugh very heartily a dozen times." Ibid, Dec. 6. N.. |