When fome dark nafty hole fhall hide
And cover thy neglected head,
When all this lofty fwelling pride
Shall burft, and shrink into a fhade:
Take heed, left fortune change the scene :
Some of thy brethren I remember,
In June have mighty princes been,
But begg'd their bread before December.
MORA L.
This precious offspring of a t-d
Is first a pimp, and then a lord;
Ambitious to be great, not good,
Forgets his own dear flesh and blood.
Blind Goddess! who delight'st in joke,
O fix him on thy lowest spoke;
And fince the fcoundrel is fo vain,
Reduce him to his, filth again.
The WOLF, the Fox, and the AP E.
Wife pug with comely buttocks fate,
And nodded o'er the laws,
Distinguish'd well through the debate,
And thus adjudg'd the cause :
The goods are ftole, but not from thee,
Two pickled rogues well met,
Thou shalt be hang'd for perjury,
He for an errant cheat.
MOR A L.
Hang both, judicious brute, 'twas bravely faid,
May villains always to their ruin plead!
When knaves fall out, and spitefully accufe,
There's nothing like the reconciling noofe.
O hemp! the nobleft gift propitious heaven
To mortals with a bounteous hand has given,
To ftop malicious breath, to end debate,
Το prop the shaking throne, and purge the state.
Delirant reges, plectuntur Achivi,
"Seditione, dolis, fcelere, atque libidine & irâ
"Iliacos intra muros, peccatur, & extra."
◄OWSER, of right Hockleian fire,
With Urfin grim, an errant bear,
Maintain'd a long and dubious war :
Oft Urfin on his back was toft,
And Towfer many a collop loft;
Capricious Fortune would declare,
Now for the dog, then for the bear.
Thus having try'd their courage fairly,
Brave Urfin first defir'd a parly;
Stout combatant (quoth he) whose might
I 've felt in many a bloody fight,
Tell me the cause of all this pother,
And why we worry one another?
That's a moot point, the cur reply'd,
Our masters only can decide.
While thee and I our hearts blood spill,
They prudently their pockets fill;
Halloo us on with all their might,
To turn a penny by the fight.
If that's the case, return'd the bear,
"Tis time at laft to end the war;
Thou keep thy teeth, and I my claws,
To combat in a nobler caufe;
Sleep in a whole skin, I advise,
And let them bleed, who gain the prize.
Parties enrag'd on one another fall,
The butcher and the bear-ward pocket all.
The Wounded Man, and the Swarm of Flies.
UALID with wounds, and many a gaping fore,
A wretched Lazar lay distress'd;
A fwarm of flies his bleeding ulcers tore,
And on his putrid carcass feast.
A courteous traveller, who pass'd that way,
And saw the vile Harpeian brood,
Offer'd his help the monstrous crew to slay,
That rioted on human blood,
Ah! gentle fir, th' unhappy wretch reply'd,
Your well-meant charity refrain ;
The angry Gods have that redress deny'd,
Your goodness would increase my pain.
Fat, and full-fed, and with abundance cloy'd,
But now and then these tyrants feed;
But were, alas! this pamper'd brood destroy'd,
The lean and hungry would fucceed.
MORA L.
The body politick must soon decay,
When fwarms of infects on its vitals prey; When blood-fuckers of state, a greedy brood, wounds, and fatten with our blood.
What must we do in this fevere diftrefs?
Come, doctor, give the patient fome redress:
The quacks in politicks a change advise,
But cooler counfels fhould direct the wife.
'Tis hard indeed; but better this, than worse;
Mistaken bleffings prove the greatest curse.
Alas! what would our bleeding country gain,
If, when this viperous brood at last is flain,
The teeming Hydra pullulates again;
Seizes the prey with more voracious bite,
To fatisfy his hungry appetite?
"Hunc ego per Syrtes, Libyæque extrema triumphum "Ducere maluerim, quam ter capitolia curru "Scandere Pompeii, quam frangere colla Jugurtha'
Prowling wolf that fcour'd the plains,
To ease his hunger's griping pains;
Ragged as courtier in difgrace,
Hide-bound, and lean, and out of cafe;
By chance a well-fed dog efpy'd,
And being kin, and near ally'd,
He civilly falutes the cur,
How do you, cuz? Your fervant, fir!
O happy friend! how gay thy mien !
How plump thy fides, how fleek thy skin !
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