Ah friends! great changes threat the land 1
All France and England at a stand!!
There's Meroweis-mark! ftrange work!
And there's the Czar, and there's the Turk--
The Pope An India-merchant by dos
Cut short the speech with this reply: a A
All at a ftand? you fee great changes?
Ah, fir! you never faw the Ganges:
There dwells the nation of Quidnuncki's,
(So Monomotapa calls monkies :)oing?
On either bank, from bough to bough,
They meet and chat (as we may now :)
Whispers go round, they grin, they fhrug,
They bow,they fnarl, they fcratch, theyhug;
And, juft as chance or whim provoke them,
They either bite their friends, or ftroke them.
There have I feen fome active prig,
To fhew his parts, beftride a twig:
Lord! how the chatt'ring tribe admire!
Not that he's wifer, but he's higher;
All long to try the vent rous thing,
(For pow'r is but to have one fwing.)
From fide to fide he fprings, he fpurns,
And bangs his foes and friends by turns.
Thus as in giddy freaks he bounces,
Crack goes the twig, and in he flounces!
Down the fwift ftream the wretch is borne;
Never, ah never, to return!

Z-ds! what a fall had our dear brother! Morblueories one; and damme, t'other. The nation gives a gen'ral fcreech;

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None cocks his tail, none claws his breech;
Each trembles for the publick weal, s
And for a while forgets to fteal.nuÏN
A while all eyes intent and fteddy
Purfue him whirling down the eddy
But, out of mind when out of view,on Fo
Some other mounts the twig a-new look
And bus nefs on each monkey fhore
Runs the fame track, it run before.

IN

AY AND NO:

A FABLE.

N fable all things hold difcourfe; Then words, no doubt, muft talk of course.

Once on a time, near Channel-row LA Two hoftile adverbs, ay and no,oq 104). Were haft'ning to the field of fight, ork. And front to front ftood oppofite. hm. Before each gen'ral join'd the van, cunT Ay, the more courteous knight, began:

Channel-row is a dirty street near the parliament-houfe, Westminster.

Stop,

Stop, peevifh particle, beware 1 I'm told you are not fuch a bear, But fometimes yield, when offer'd fair. Suffer yon' folks a while to tattle; 'Tis we who muft decide the battle. Whene'er we war on yonder ftage With various fate and equal rage, The nation trembles at each blow, That no gives ay, and ay gives no: Yet in expenfive long contention We gain nor office, grant, or penfion : Why then fhou'd kinsfolks quarrel thus? (For two of you make one of us.) To fome wife statesman let us go, Where each his proper ufe may know: He may admit two fuch commanders, And makethofe wait who ferv'd in Flanders. Let's quarter on a great man's tongue, A treas'ry lord, not mafter Y-g. Obfequious at his high command Ay fhall march forth to tax the land. Impeachments no can best refift, And ay fupport the civil lift: Ay quick as Cæfar wins the day; And no, like Fabius, by delay. Sometimes, in mutual fly difguife, w Let ay's feem no's, and no's feem I's;

In English two negatives make an affirmative.

Ay's

Ay's be in courts denials meant,
And no's in bishops give confent.
Thus ay propos'd---and for reply
No for the first time answer'd I.
They parted with a thousand kiffes,
And fight e'er fince for pay, like Swiffes.

/wold

PHILL IS:"

mhed “TOR, THE

PROGRESS OF LOVE.

Written in the Year 1716.

DEfponding Phillis was endu'd

With ev'ry talent of a prude:

She trembled when a man drew near
Salute her, and the turn'd her ear
If o'er againft her you were plac'd,
She durft not look above your waift:
She'd rather take you to her bed,
Than let you fee her drefs her head.
In church you hear her, thro' the crowd,
Repeat the abfolution loud;

In church, fecure behind her fan,pisod
She durft behold that monfter man ;

There

There practis'd how to place her head,
And bit her lips to make them red;
Or, on the mat devoutly kneeling,
Wou'd lift her eyes up to the cieling,
And heave her bofom unaware,
For neighb'ring beaux to fee it bare.
At length a lucky lover came,
And found admittance to the dame.
Suppofe all parties now agreed,
The writings drawn, the lawyer fee'd,
The vicar and the ring befpoke:
Guefs, how could fuch a match be broke?
See then what mortals place their bliss in!
Next morn betimes the bride was miffing:
The mother scream'd, the father chid;
Where can this idle wench be hid?
No news of Phil! the bridegroom came,
And thought his bride had fculk'd for fhame;
Because her father us'd to fay
The girl bad fuch a bafbful way.

Now John the butler must be sent
To learn the road that Phillis went.
The groom was wifh'd to faddle Crop;
For John muft neither light, nor ftop,
But find her, wherefoe'er she fled,
And bring her back alive or dead.
See here again the devil to do;
For truly John was missing too :

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