That he and his halfpence should come to weigh down Our subjects so loyal and true to the crown: This book, I do tell you, is writ for your goods, Yeshopmen and tradesmen and farmers, go read it, For I think in my soul at this time that you need it; Or egad, if you don't, there's an end of your credit. Which nobody can deny, A SERIOUS POEM UPON WILLIAM WOOD, BAASIER, TINKER, HARDWAREMAN, COINER, FOUNDER, AND ESQUIRE. WHEN foes are o'ercome we preserve them from slaughter To be hewers of Wood, and drawers of water. That old rotten Wood will shine in the dark, good: But But this idol Wood may do us great evil: Devil. To cut down fine Wood, is a very bad thing; And yet we all know much gold it will bring : Then, if cutting down Wood brings money good store, Our money to keep, let us cut down one more. I hear, among scholars there is a great doubt, And therefore his witnesses justly may boast, That none are more properly knights of the Post, I ne'er I ne'er could endure my talent to smother I told you one tale, and I'll tell you another. A joiner, to fasten a saint in a nitch, Bor'd a large auger-hole in the image's breech. doubt, (For that's but a sham Wood they carry about ;*) What stuff he is made of you quickly may find, If you make the same trial and bore him behind. I'll hold you a groat, when you wimble his bum, He'll bellow as loud as the Devil in a drum. From me, I declare, you shall have no denial; And there can be no harm in making a trial: And, when to the joy of your hearts he has roar'd, You may show him about for a new groaning board. Hear one story more, and then I will stop. I dreamt Wood was told he should die by a drop: So methought he resolved no liquor to taste, For fear the first drop might as well be his last. But dreams are like oracles; 'tis hard to explain 'em; For it prov'd that he died of a drop at Kilmainham.† I wak'd with delight; and not without hope, Very soon to see Wood drop down from a rope. How he, and how we, at each other should grin ! 'Tis kindness to hold a friend up by the chin, But soft! says the Herald; I cannot agrée; For metal on metal is false heraldry. * He was frequently burnt in effigy. F. + Their place of Execution. F. Why, Why, that may be true; yet Wood upon Wood, I'll maintain with my life, is heraldry good. TO QUILCA, ▲ COUNTRY HOUSE OF DR. SHERIDAN, LET 1725. me thy properties explain: A rotten cabin dropping rain : Chimnies with scorn rejecting smoke; Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait. THE BLESSINGS OF A COUNTRY LIFE. 1725. Far from our debtors; no Dublin letters; Nor seen by our betters. THE PLAGUES OF A COUNTRY LIFE. A companion with news; a great want of shoes; Eat lean meat, or choose; a church without pews * The name of an Irish servant. N Our Our horses astray; no straw, oats, or hay; December in May; our boys run away; all servants at play.. A PORTRAIT FROM THE LIFE. COME sit by my side, while this picture I draw: As rude as a bear, no mule half so crabbed; * For all an example, for no one a pattern. Now tell me, friend Thomas, Ford, † Grattan, and merry Dan, § Has this any likeness to good madam Sheridan ? ON STEALING A CROWN WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP. BY DR. SHERIDAN. DEAR Dean, since you in sleepy wise Have op'd your mouth, and clos'd your eyes And softly shut the parlour door: * Dr. Thos. Sheridan. F. † Charles Ford, of Woodpark, esq. F. |