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And, as a proof, few num'rous scars
By fierce encounters made in wars,
Those honourable wounds you
From head to foot, and all before ;
And still the bloody field frequent,
Familiar in each leader's tent:
Or whether, as the learn'd contend,
You from the neighb'ring Gaul descend;
Or from Parthenope the proud,
Where numberléss thy vot ries croud :
Whether thy great forefathers came
From realms that bear Vesputio's name ;
For so conject'rers would obtrude,
And from thy painted skin conclude :
Whether, as Epicurus shows,
The world from juftling seeds arose,
Which, mingling with prolific ftrife
In chaos, kindled into life;
So your production was the same,
And from contending atoms came.
Thy fair indulgent mother crown'd
Thy head with sparkling rubies round:
Beneath thy decent steps the road
Is all with precious jewels strow'd.
The bird of Pallas + knows his post,
Thee to attend, where-e'er thou go'ft.
Byzantians boast, that on the clod
Where once their Sultan's horse hath trod,
Grows neither grass, nor shrub, nor tree :
The same thy subjects boast of thee.
The greatest lord, when you appear,
Will deign your livery to wear,
In all the various colours seen
Of red, and yellow, blue, and
P. * Naples.
Bubo, the owl.
With half a word, when you require,
The man of bus'ness must retire,
The haughty minister of state
With trembling must thy leisure wait ;
And, while his fate is in thy hands,
The bus'ness of the nation stands.
Thou dar'ft the greatest prince attack,
Canft hourly fet him on the rack,
And, as an instance of thy pow'r,
Inclofe him in a wooden tow'r:
With pungent pains on ev'ry fide,
So Regulus in torments dy'd.
From thee our youth all virtues learn,
Dangers with prudence to discern;
And well thy scholars are endu'd
With temp'rance, and with fortitude ;
With patience, which all ills supports ;
And secrecy, the art of courts.
The glitering beau could hardly tell,
Without your aid, to read or spell ;
But, having long convers'd with you,
Knows how to write a billet-doux.
With what delight, methinks, I trace
Your blood in ev'ry noble race!
In whom thy features, shape, and mien
Are to the life distinctly seen.
The Britons, once a favage kind,
By you were brighten'd, and refin'd,
Descendents of the barb'rous Huns,
With limbs robust, and voice that stuns :
have molded them afresh,
Remov'd the tough superfluous flesh,
Taucht them to modulate their tongues,
And speak without the help of lungs.
Poteus on you bestow'd the boon To change your visage like the moon;
You sometimes half a face produce,
Keep t'other half for private afe.
How fam'd thy conduct in the fight
With * Hermes, son of Plejas bright!
Out-number'd, half encompass'd round,
You ftrove for ev'ry inch of ground;
Then, by a foldierly retreat,
Retir'd to your imperial feat.
The victor, when your steps he trac'd,
Found all the realms before him waste :
You, o'er the high triumphal arch
Pontific, made your glorious march ;
The wondrous arch behind you fell,
And left a chasm profound as hell :
You, in your capitol secur'd,
A fiege as long as Troy endur'd.
* The LAMENTATION of GLUMDAL:
CLITCH for the loss of GRILDRIG to
SOON as Glumdalclitck miss a her pleasing carc,
She wept, she blubber d, and she tore her hair : No British Miss fincerer grief has known, Her Squirrel misling, or her sparrow flown.. She furl d her fampler, and hawľd in her thread, S And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bed; Then fpread her hands, and with a bounce let fall Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall. In peals of thunder now she roars, and now She gently whimpers like a lowing cow ;
10 • Mercury.
See Gulliver's travels, in vol. ü.
Yet lovely in her forrow ftill appears :
Her locks dishevell’d, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich (wain,
When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of rain.
In vain she search'd each cranny of the house, 15
Each gaping chink, impervious to a mouse.
" Was it for this” (she cry d) “ with daily care,
* Within thy reach 1 set the vinegar,
" And filld the cruet with the acid tide,
“ While pepper-water worms thy bait supply'd; 20
• Where twin'd the filver eel around thy hook,
“ And all the little monsters of the brook !
« Sure in that lake he dropt ; my Grilly's drown'd P.
She draggd the cruet, but no Grildrig found.
“ Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boaft ; 25 “* But little creatures: enterprise the most. « Trembling, I've feen thee dare the kitten's paw, • Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at taw, • Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding dew; * Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you.
36 " Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? • Who from a page can ever learn the truth? • Vers'd in court tricks, that money-loving boy “ To fome lord's daughter fold the living toy, “. Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, 35 « As children tear the wings of lies away. “ From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, “ And never will return, or bring thee home. • But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind ? "How then thy fairy footsteps can I find?
«-Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone
* In the green
thicket of a mossy stone :
"Or, tumbled from the toadftool's Nipp'ry round,
« Perhaps all maim'd lie grov'ling on the ground?
5 Doft thou, imbosom d in the lovely rose,
45 “ Qr funk within the peach's down, repose ?
• Within the king cup if thy limbs are spread,
« Or in the golden cowlip’s- velvet head,
“ O new me, Flora, 'midst those sweets, the flow'r
“ Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bow'r !
“ But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves
“ On little females, and on little loves ;
“ Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse,
“the baby play-things that adorn thy house,
« Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spacious rooms,
“ Equal in fize to cells of honey-combs;
“ Haft tħou for these now ventur'd from the shore,
Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thine oar?
« Or in thy box now bounding on the main,
or Shall I ne'er bear thy self and house again?
« And shall I set thee on my hand no more,
«To see thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er
“ My spacious palm ? of stature scarce a span,
« Mimick the actions of a real man ?
“ No more behold thee turn my watch's key,
“ As seamen at a capitern anchors weigh?
" How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread,
“ A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy head ?
• How chase the mice that bore thy cheese away,
“ And keep the rolling maggot at a bay ?” 70
She said ; but broken accents stopt her voice,
Soft as the speaking-trumper's mellow noise :
She fobb’d a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes,
Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies.
O squander not thy grief! those tears command
To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland :
The plenteous pickle shall preserve the filh,
And Europe taste thy forrows in a dich,