The nation then too late will find,
Computing all their coft and trouble,
Directors promifes but wind,
South-fea at beft a mighty bubble.
Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto,
Arma virúm, tabulæque, et Troia gaza
per undas.
HEN as corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free;
and no faid no,
Without a place or fee;
Then Satan, thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his fpirit call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, etc.
Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack,
And four fair fuits he wore;
His troops they are with red and black
All blotch'd and spotted o'er:
And ev'ry house, go where you will,
Is haunted by the Imp Quadrille, etc.
Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court-cards they name;
And, ftatefman-like, calls in the king
To help out a bad game:
But, if the parties manage ill,
The king is forc'd to lofe Cadille, etc.
When two and two were met of old,
Though they ne'er meant to marry,
They were in Cupid's books enroll'd,
And call'd a party quarree:
But now, meet when and where you will,
A party quarree is Quadrille, etc.
The commoner, and knight, the peer,
Men of all ranks and fame, Leave to their wives the only care
To propagate their name;
And well that duty they fulfil,
When the good hufband's at Quadrille, etc.
When patients lie in piteous cafe,
In comes the apothecary;
And to the doctor cries, alas!
Non debes quadrillare.
The patient dies without a pill;
For why? the doctor's at Quadrille, etc.
Should France and Spain again grow loud,
The Muscovite grow louder;
Britain to curb her neighbours proud
Wou'd want both ball and powder;
Muft want both fword and gun to kill;
For why? the gen'ral's at Quadrille, etc.
The king of late drew forth his sword,
(Thank God 'twas not in wrath)
And made of many a squire and lord
An unwash'd knight of Bath:
What are their feats of arms and skill?
They're but nine parties at Quadrille, etc.
A party late at Cambray met,
Which drew all' Europe's eyes;
"Twas call'd in Poft-boy and Gazette
The quadruple allies:
But fomebody took fomething ill,
So broke this party at Quadrille, etc.
And now, God fave this noble realm,
And God fave eke Hanover;
And God fave thofe who hold the helm,
When as the king goes over:
But let the king go where he will,
His fubjects must play at Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, etc.
Fair Maid of the Inn *.
SAYS my uncle, I pray you
What hath been the cause of your woes,
Why you pine, and you whine, like a lover?
I've feen Molly Mog of the Rofe.
O nephew! your grief is but folly;
In town you may find better prog
Half a crown there will get you a Molly,
A Molly much better than Mog.
The Rofe Inn at Ockingham in Berkshire.
I know that by wits 'tis recited,
That women at beft are a clog:
But I'm not fo eafily frighted
From loving my fweet Molly Mog.
The school-boy's defire is a play-day';
The school-mafter's joy is to flog;
The milk-maid's delight is on May-day;
But mine is on fweet Molly Mog.
Will-o'-wifp leads the traveller a gadding
Through ditch, and through quagmire
and bog:
But no light can fet me a madding,
Like the eyes of my fweet Molly Mog.
For guineas in other mens breeches
Your gamefters will palm and will
But I envy them none of their riches,
So I may win fweet Molly Mog.
The heart, when half wounded, is changing,
It here and there leaps like a frog:
But my heart can never be ranging,
'Tis fo fix'd upon fweet Molly Mog.
Who follows all ladies of pleasure,
In pleasure is thought but a hog:
All the fex cannot give fo good measure
Of joys, as my sweet Molly Mog.
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