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A HEALTH TO ALL HONEST MEN!
Every man take his Glass in his hand;
And drink a Good Health to our King! Many years may he rule o'er this land!
May his laurels for ever fresh spring! Let wrangling and jangling straightway cease! Let every man strive for his country's peace!
Neither Tory, nor Whig,
With their Parties, look big!
'Tis not owning a whimsical name
That proves a man loyal and just! Let him fight for his country's fame!
Be impartial at home, if in trust! 'Tis this, that proves him an honest soul! His Health we'll drink in a brimful bowl !
Then let 's leave off debate!
No confusion create !
When a company 's honestly met,
With intent to be merry and gay, Their drooping spirits to whet,
And drown the fatigues of the day; What madness is it, thus to dispute, When neither Side can his man confute !
When you've said what you dare,
You're but just where you were !
Then agree, ye true Britons ! agree!
And ne'er quarrel about a nickname!
That an Englishman 's always the same!
Then who need care a fig
Who 's a Tory, or Whig!
WRITTEN ON ONE OF THE WINDOWS OF DOCTOR
DELANY'S HOUSE AT DELVILLE.
A BARD, grown desirous of saving his pelf, Built a house he was sure would hold none but himself. This enraged God APOLLO, who MERCURY sent, And bid him go ask, What his Votary meant ?
'Some foe to my empire has been his adviser; 'Tis of dreadful portent when a Poet turns miser! Tell him, HERMES, from me! tell that subject of mine! I have sworn, by the Styx! to defeat his design! For, wherever he lives, the Muses shall reign; And the Muses, he knows, have a numerous Train.'
THE DECLAIMER. .
WOMAN! thoughtless, giddy creature!
Laughing, idle, flutt'ring thing! Most fantastic work of Nature!
Still, like Fancy, on the wing!
'Slave to ev'ry changing Passion
Loving, hating, in extreme ! Fond of ev'ry foolish fashion ;
And, at best, a pleasing dream!
'Lovely trifle ! dear illusion!
Conqu’ring weakness! wished-for pain! Man's chief glory, and confusion!
Of all vanity most vain!'
Thus deriding Beauty's power,
BEVIL called it all a cheat! But, in less than half an hour,
Kneeled, and whined, at Celia's feet!
THE MODISH LOVER.
With downcast eyes and folded arms,
Young MYRTLE sauntered out one day,
The fair, the blooming, and the gay.
Next morn, abroad he walked again;
Much altered since the day before.
Nor was FLORINDA thought of more.
The place recalls to mind his flame;
When, all in love, he wandered there. ''Twas here,' he cries, “I left the name
Of yesterday's commanding Fair !'
But vain, alas, his searches prove.
The rain had fallen, the wind had blown; And, sympathizing with his love,
Away was ev'ry letter flown ! Nor could his faithless memory declare Whose name he, yesterday, had flourished there!
DAMON AND CHLOE.
Damon. Love 's an idle childish Passion,
Only fit for girls and boys!
Women are but foolish toys !
Still thy liberty maintain !
‘Man alone was made to reign!'
Empty boaster! know thy duty !
Thou who dar'st my power defy,
Tremble at my feet, and die !
Why these cares upon thy brow ?
Ask him, "Who 's the Monarch now?