Her welfare always is preferr'd, No pity on the poor who lent; And still three shillings laid on land. H. PELHAM. 5. Suppofe now, Madam, I was willing MADAM POPULARITY. 6. Why then, tho' rough as winds or feas, With thee alone will live and die. A SIMI L E. CORINNA, in the country bred, Harbour'd ftrange notions in her head, Notions in town quite out of fashion; Thus arm'd fhe'ad long fecur'd her honour Had fcratch'd th' impetuous Captain's hand, For, to fay truth, she thought it hard, She faw by others freely tafted, So pouted, pin'd, grew pale, and wasted: At At length a troop of horse came down, She ftruggles ;-in a while fhe fmacks: That yields too after fome parades ; He quickly masters all the rest. No longer now, a dupe to fame, So have I feen the Tory race 04 } Never Never in humour, never well, Wifhing for what they dar'd not tell, Their heads with country-notions fraught, These tenets all reluctant quit, At first to Hanover a Plum Was fent ;-They faid-A trivial fum, But if he went one tittle further, They vow'd and fwore they'd cry out murder; They pifh'd and frown'd-but ftill they granted: Here virtue made another stand.- No-not a man fhall leave the land. What?-not one regiment to Embden? They start-but now they're fairly hem'd in; These foon, and many more are fent ; They're filen: Silence gives confent. - } Our Our troops, they now can plainly fee, Are paid, t'oppose the French and Ruffians; Nor fcruple they with truth to say, No more they make a fiddle-faddle No more of wafting British treasures ; 'Tis right-He can't be wrong, who did it: A PASSAGE IN OSSIAN VERSIFIED. HE deeds of ancient days fhall be my theme; THE O Lora, the foft murmurs of thy ftream, Thy trees, Garmallar, rufling in the wind, Recall thofe days with pleasure to my mind. Sce'ft |