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Which proves a magical redoubt
To keep mischievous spirits out.
Sid's rod was of a larger ftride,
And made a circle thrice as wide,
Where spirits throng'd with hideous din,
And he stood there to take them in :
But when th’inchanted rod was broke,
They vanish'd in a stinking smoke.
Achilles' fceptre was of wood,
Like Sid's, but nothing near so good ;
That down from ancestors divine
Transmitted to the hero's linei;.
Thence, thro' a long defcent of kings,
Came an heir-loom, as Homer fings. :
Tho' this description looks so big,
That fceptre was a sapless twig...!
Which from the fatal day, when furst
I left the forest where 'twas nurs’d,
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
Nor leaf, nor fruit, nor blossom bore.
Sid's sceptre, full of juice, did sloot
In golden boughs, and golden fruit ;
And he, the dragon, never sleeping,
Guarded each fair Hesperian pippin.
No holly.korse, with gorgeous top,
The dearest in Charles Mather's shop*,
Or glitt'ring tinsel of May fair,
Gould with this rod of Sid compare.
Dear Sid, then why wert thou so mad
To break thy rpd like naughty lad!
You thould have kiss'd it in your distress,
And then return'd it to your miffress;
Or made it a Newmarket switch,
And not a rod for thy own breech.
But, fince old Sid has broken this,
His next may be a rsd in pili.
An eminent toyman
ATLAS, we read in antient fong,
Was so exceeding tall and strong,
He bore the skies upon his back,
Just as a pedlar does his pack :
But, as a pedlar overprest
Unloads upon a stall to rest,
Or, when he can no longer stand,
Desires a friend to lend a hand;
So Atlas, left the pond'rous fpheres
Should fink, and fall about his ears,
Got Hercules to bear the pile,
That he might fit and rest a while.
Yer Hercules was not so frong,
Nor could have born it half so long.
Great ftatesmen are in this condition ;
And Atlas is a politician,
A premier minister of state ;
Alcides one of second rate.
Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wife,
Yet, when the weight of kingdoms lies
Too long upon his single shoulders,
Sink down he must, or find upholders.
The DESCRIPTION of a SALAMANDER*.
Out of Pliny's Natural history, lib. 10. 6.67. and
Written in the year 1706.
S mastiff dogs in modern phrase are
Call’d Pompey, Scipio, and Cæfar ;
As pyes and daws are often styld
With Christian nicknames like a child;
As we fay Monsieur to an ape,
Without offence to human shape ;
So men have got from bird and brute
Names that would best their natures suit.
The lion, eagle, fox, and boar,
Were heroes titles heretofore.
Below'd as hi’rogliphics fit
To Mew their valour, strength, or wit:
For what is understood by fame,
Besides the getting of a name?
But, e'er fince men invented guns,
15 A diff'rent way their fancy runs: To paint a hero, we inquire For something that will conquer fire. Would you describe Turenne * or Trumpt? Think of a bucket or a pump.
This excessive bitter defcription of a salamander, was occasi. oned by the Duke of Marlborough's giving that appellation to Lord Cuts, after he had come off victorious, and without a wound, from an engagement with part of the French army, whose fire was so extremely brisk, and fo incessantly poured in upon the English forces, that it was supposed nothing, but a salamander could have lived in the midlt of it. Swift.
The famous Mareschal Turennc, General of the French forces, said to have been the greatest commander of the age. H.
+ Van Trump, Admiral of the States-General in their last war with England, eminent for his courage and his victories. H.
Are these too low !--then find out grander,
Call my Lord Cuts a falamander *.
"Tis well ;
but since we live among
Detractors with an evil tongue,
Who may object against the term,
what we affirm : Pliny shall prove, and we'll apply, And I'll be judg'd by standers-by.
First, then, our author has defin'd
This reptile of the serpent kind,
With gąudy coat, and shining train;
But loathsome spots his body ftain :
Out from some hole obscure he flies,
When rains defcend, and tempests rise,
Till the sun clears the air ; and then
Crawls back neglected to his den.
So, when the war has raiş'd a storm,
I've seen a snake in human form,
All Aaind with infamy and vice,
Leap from the dunghill in a trice,
Burnish, and make a gaudy show,
Became a gen’ral, peer, and beau,
Till peace hath made the sky ferene ;
Then shrink into its hole again.
All this we grant - why then look yonder,
Sure that must be a salamander!
FARTHER, we are by Pliny told,
This ferpent is extremely cold;
• Lord Cuts. Salamander was a name given him by his fatterers, upon his having survived an engagement in which he stood an incesant fire for many hours. He is said frequently to have lamented himself in these terms: "G-dd-o my bl.-d, i'm " the most unlucky dog upon earth: for I never engaged an ene" my without being wounded, nor a whore without being p-xod."
So cold, that, put it in the fire,
"Twill make the very fames expire :
Befides, it fpues a filthy froth
(Whether thro' rage, or luft, or both)
Of matter purulent and white,
Which happening on the skin to light,
And there corrupting to a wound,
Spreads leprosy and baldness round.
So have I seen a baiter'd beau,
By age and claps grown cold as snow,
Whose breath or touch, where-e'er he came,
Blew out love's torch, or chill'd the fame :
And should some nymph who neer was cruel,
Like Charleton cheap, or fam'a Du-Ruel,
Receive the filth' which he ejects,
She foon would find the same effects
Her tainted carcase to pursue,
As from the falamander's fpue ;
A dismal Thedding of her locks,
And, if no leproly, a pox.
Taken from Coke's Institutes.
RE bribes convince you whom to chuse,
The precepts of Lord Coke peruse.
Observe an elephant, says he,
And let like him your member be: