THE VICEROY, A BALL A ́D. To the Tune of, Lady Ifabella's Tragedy F Nero, tyrant, petty king*, He hated was by rich and poor, That he himself did fear. Full proud and arrogant was he But guiltiefs men enthral. He, with a haughty impious nod, Would curfe and dogmatize; Not fearing either man or God: Gold he did idolize. * A patriot of high degree, Who could no longer bear This upftart Viceroy's tyranny, Against him did declare. And, arm'd with truth, impeach'd the Don Of his enormous crimes, Which I'll unfold to you anon, Against this peerless peer, His treasons to you all, Th' illegal oath to take. too army He did exact and force On Proteftants; his love to show, Than Papift us'd them worse. On all provifons deftin'd for The camp at Limerick, He laid a tax full hard and fore, Though many men were fick. The futlers too he did ordain For licences fould pay, By which provifions were fo fcant, He fo much lov'd his private gain, He could not hear or fee; They might or die, or might complain, That, above and against all right, That he, O ciel! without trial, The bourreau did his worft; Full two good hundred pounds a year, Befides, he gave five hundred pound Who was his bail; one friend he found, But for this horrid murder vile None did him profecute; His old friend help'd him o'er the ftile: With France, fair England's mortal foe, Had any other done't, I trow, That he did likewife traiterouЛly, Vaft quantities of ftores did he Of the king's flores he kept a key, The forfeited eftates alfo, Did with the ftores together go, Mean while the foldiers figh'd and fobb'd, Nero, without the leaft difguife, The Proteftants, whom they did rob Were forc'd with patience, like good Job, For he did bafely them refufe The Romans ftill he well did ufe, How this Viceroy did reign; She had on him bestow'd, As ftill thou haft them on; Of Anna dead and gone. "A brighter, juster dame. "Bleft be my fons, and eke all thofe "Who on her praises dwell! "She conquer'd Britain's fierceft foes, "She did all queens excel. "All princes, kings, and potentates, All nations, provinces, and ftates, "In Anna they did all confide, "For Anna they could trust: Truth, mercy, juftice, did surround "She held the fword and balance right, Her gracious goodness, piety, "Confummate wisdom, meeknefs all, "Adorn'd the words fhe fpoke, "When they from her fair lips did fall; "And fweet her lovely look. Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown, "She caus'd dire war to cease: "A greater empreis ne'er was known; "She fix'd the world in peace. "This laft and godlike act achiev'd, "To heave the wing'd her tight: "Her lofs with tears all Europe griev'd; "Their strength, and dear delight. "Leave we in blifs this heavenly faint, « Revere, ye juft, her urn; "Her virtues high and excellent, "Aftrea gone we mourn, "Commemorate, iny fons, the day "Which gave great Anna birth: "Keep it for ever and ior aye, "And annual be your mirth!" Illuftrious George now fills the throne, Our wife benign good king: Who can his wondrous deeds make known, Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd Well thou thy honours haft fuftain'd, But pass-Thefe honours on thee laid, Oh! are there not, grim mortal, tell, Oh is there not a heaven, a hell? Can nought change thy obdurate mind? The prophet on thee well refin'd, How thou art loft to fenfe and shame, Thy conduct all just men do blame, Dame Juftice waits thee, well I ween, Heavy her ire will fall on thee, The glittering fteel is fure: Sooner or later, all agree, She cuts off the impure. To her I leave thee, gloomy peer! Think on thy crimes committed: Repent, and be for once incere, Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted, APOLOGY TO A LADY, WHO TOLD ME, I COULD NOT LOVE HER HEARTILY, BECAUSE I HAD LOVED OTHERS. PROBABLY BY MR, PRIOR*, IN IMITATION OF MR. WALLER. AIR Sylvia, ceale to blame my youth For having lov'd before ; FA So men, ere they have learnt the truth, Strange Deities adore. My youth ('tis true) has often rang'd, Like bees o'er gaudy Powers; For, Sylvia, when I saw those eyes, If I from this great rule do err, New beauties to explore; May I again turn wanderer, And never fettle more! AGAINST MODESTY IN LOVE, OR many unfuccefsful years FO At Cynthia's feet I lay; And often bath'd them with my tears, No proftrate wretch, before the shrine E'er thought his Goddess more divine, Still the difdainful dame look'd down "Ufe more prevailing charms, "Fond, whining, modeft fool, draw near, "And clafp her in your arms, With eager kiffes tempt the maid, "From Cynthia's feet depart ; "The lips he warmly muft invade, "Who would pofiefs the heart." With that I hook off all my fears, My better fortune try'd; And Cynthia gave what the for years Had foolishly deny'd. Whilft Thyrfis sporting on the neighbouring plain, Thus heard the difcontented youth complain: "Afk not the caule why ickly flowers "Faintly recline their drooping heads; "As fearful of approaching howers, "They ftrive to nide them in their beds, "Grieving with Celadon they downward grow, "And feel with him a fympathy of woe. « Chloris will go; the cruel fair, And murmur ut in fighs his pain. "To make new flaves, and gain new vidories. "So reftlefs monarchs, though poffefs'd "Of all that we call hate or power, "Fancy themfelves but meanly blett, ་ས "Vainly ambitious till of more. "Round the wide world impatiently they roam, "Not fatisfy'd with private fway at home." WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, A FABLE, INSCRIBED TO DR. SWIFT. A By rats and mice infefted, With gins and traps long fought to flay Great havock 'nicngft her cheefe was made, Thoufands of rats defeated, Pert Mrs. Abigail alone Envy'd Grimalkin's glory : Her favourite lap-dog now was grown *The hints of this and the following Fable the Old Lady and her Cats," printed in “The appear to bave originated from “The Fable been both afcribed to Dr Swift. General Pajticript," Nov. 7, 1709 They bave N. She cannot bear, fhe fwears fhe won't To fee the cat regarded; But firmly is refolv'd upon't, And vows, that, whatfoe'er comes on't, She begs, fhe ftorms, the fawns, the frets, (Her arts are all employ'd) And tells her lady in a pet, The favourite cat's a victim made, And fairy turn'd a-grazing. Into his lady's favour; Shall from all vermin fave her. Than all her foes deftroy. But vain fuch hopes; the mice that fled And leaves cheese unregarded. So lays it all on him. Nor cheefecake fafe in clofet; And till Grimalkia does it. No bags to market go: With this fame lady once their liv'd Who, hearing this, full much was griev'd, And haften'd to her aid. Much art the us'd for to difclofe Struck with the fenfe of her mistake, The lady, difcontented, Refolves again her cat to take, And ne'er again her cat forfake, Left fhe again repent it. THE WIDOW AND HER CAT: A WIDOW kept a favourite cat, At first a gentle creature; But, when he was grown fleek and fat, The fox and he were friends of old, And Pufs grew lion-hearted. He fcratch'd her maid, he ftole the cream, He tore her beft lac'd pinner; Nor Chanticleer upon the beam, Nor chick, nor duckling 'fcapes, when Grim Invites the fox to dinner. The dame full wifely did decree, For fear he should difpatch more, That the falfe wretch fhould worried be Thus fpeech'd it like a Lechmere* : "Muft I, again all right and law, "Like pole-cat vile be treated? "I, who fo long with tooth and claw, "Have kept domeftic mice in awe, And foreign foes defeated! "Your golden pippins, and your pies, "I am a cat of honour."-" Stay!" "Of this we'll grant you ftand acquit, "So vile thy breach of truft is, C IV. SET BY MR. SMITH, OME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain ; Torment not thus your pretty heart'; Think, Flavia, we may meet again, As well as, that we now mutt part. You figh and weep; the God's neglect That precious dew your eyes let fall: Our joy and grief with like respect They mind; and that is, not at all. We pray, in hopes they will be kind, As if they did regard our state: They hear; and the return we find Is, that no prayers can alter fate. Then clear your brow, and look more gay, Do not yourfeli to grief refign; Who knows but that thofe powers may, The pair they now have parted, join? Put fince they have thus cruel been, And could fuch conftant lovers fever; I dare not truft, left, now they're in, They should divide us two for ever. Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve, Remembering though upon what score; This our laft parting look believe, Believe we must embrace no more. PHI VI. SET BY MR. SMITH, HILLIS, fince we have both been kind, And of each other had our fill; Tell me what pleasure you can find, In forcing nature 'gainst her will. 'Tis true, you may with art and pain, Then let us free each other's foul, And laugh at the dull conftant fool, Who would Love's Liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule. Let us no impofitions fet, Or clogs upon each other's heart; But, as for pleafure firft we met, So now for pleasure let us part, We both have spent our ftock of love, So confequently fhould be free; Thyris expects you in yon' grove, pretty Chloris ftays for me. And VII, SET BY MR. DE FESCH. HILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, Surely you take me for a fool, As not to know your heart, |