Her welfare always is preferr'd,
And my neglected voice unheard:
Examples numerous I cou'd mention,
A peace! bad as the old convention;
Money reduc'd to three per cent,
No pity on the poor who lent;
Armies that muft for ever ftand,
And still three fhillings laid on land.
5. Suppofe now, Madam, I was willing
For once to bate this grievous fhilling,
To humour you-I know 'tis wrong,
But you have fuch a cursed tongue.
MADAM POPULARITY,
6. Why then, tho' rough as winds or feas,
You fcorn all little arts to please,
Yet thou art honest, faith, and I
With thee alone will live and die,
MORINNA, in the country bred,
Harbour'd strange notions in her head,
Notions in town quite out of fashion;
Such as that love's a dangerous paffion,
That virtue is the maiden's jewel,
And to be fafe, she must be cruel,
Thus arm'd she'ad long fecur'd her honour
From all affaults yet made upon her,
Had scratch'd th' impetuous Captain's hand,
Had torn the Lawyer's gown and band,
And gold refus❜d from Knights and Squires
To bribe her to her own desires :
For, to fay truth, she thought it hard,
To be of pleasures thus debarr'd,
She faw by others freely tasted,
So pouted, pin'd, grew pale, and wasted :
Yet, notwithstanding her condition,
Continu'd firm in opposition.
At length a troop of horse came down,
And quarter'd in a neighb'ring town;
The Cornet he was tall and young,
And had a most bewitching tongue.
They faw and lik'd: the fiege begun :
Each hour he fome advantage won.
He ogled firft ;-fhe turn'd away ;-
But met his eyes the following day:
Then her reluctant hand he feizes,
That foon fhe gives him, when he pleases :
Her ruby lips he next attacks :-
She struggles ;—in a while she smacks:
Her fnowy breast he then invades ;-
That yields too after some parades ;
And of that fortress once poffeft,
He quickly mafters all the rest.
No longer now, a dupe to fame,
She fmothers or refifts her flame,
But loves without or fear or shame.
So have I feen the Tory race
Long in the pouts for want of place,
Never in humour, never well,
Wishing for what they dar'd not tell,
Their heads with country-notions fraught,
Notions in town not worth a groat,
These tenets all reluctant quit,
And step by step at last submit
To reafon, eloquence, and PITT.
At first to Hanover a Plum
Was fent;-They said-A trivial fum,
But if he went one tittle further,
They vow'd and fwore they'd cry out murder;
Ere long a larger fum is wanted;
They pifh'd and frown'd-but still they granted;
He pufh'd for more, and more agen-
Well-Money's better fent, than Men;
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 filent-Silence gives confent.
Our troops, they now can plainly fee,
May Britain guard in Germany :
Hanoverians, Heffians, Pruffians
Are paid, t'oppofe the French and Ruffians:
Nor fcruple they with truth to say,
They're fighting for America :
No more they make a fiddle-faddle
About an Heffian horfe or faddle;
No more of continental measures,
No more of wafting British treasures;
Ten millions, and a vote of credit.-
'Tis right-He can't be wrong, who did it;
They're fairly fous'd o'er head and ears,
And cur'd of all their ruftic fears.
A PASSAGE IN OSSIAN VERSIFIED.
HE deeds of ancient days fhall be my theme;
O'Lora, the foft murmurs of thy ftream,
Thy trees, Garmallar, rustling in the wind,
Recall those days with pleasure to my mind.
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