But our new English breed No prophecies need,

For each one here feeks his own ruin.

With grumbling and jars,
We promote civil wars,

And preach up falfe tenets to many;
We fnarl and we bite,

We rail and we fight

For religion, yet no man has any.

Then him let's commend,

That's true to his friend,

And the church and the fenate would fettle;

Who delights not in blood.

But draws when he shou'd,

And bravely ftands brunt to the bottle.

Who rails not at kings,

Nor politick things,

Nor treafon will speak when he's mellow; But takes a full glafs

To his country's fuccefs;

This, this is an honeft brave fellow:

Tho' wit, fparkling wit, fome rare females poffefs,
Tho' kindness may add to their fore;
Good-nature and fmiles have a bumper no less,
And sparkles an hundred times more :
With virtue unfully'd adorn'd tho' she be,
Tho' modefty blooms in each feature,

A bottle is not more immodest than fhe,
It's virtue ten thousand times greater-dear boys;
It's virtue, &c.

Their beauty attracting I freely confefs;
Their fex, I must own, has it's charms;
I own for a moment they're able to blefs,
And melt us away in their arms :

Yet lafting the pain is, and tranfient the joy;
The raptures are inftantly paft;

But wine, happy juice! is fure never to cloy,
It's pleasures till doomsday shall latt-brave fouls;
It's pleafures, &c.

Then adieu to their charms, to their beauties adieu
All thoughts of the fex I refign;

I fight in thy cause, to thy int reft am true,
And yield me eternally thine:

And if ever, great mafter, thy colours I fly,
If e'er like a rover I pine,

May (greateft of curfes!) my hogshead run dry,
Nor more be replenish'd with wine-bleft wine;
Nor more, &c.

117

ONE day at her toilet as Venus began

To prepare for her face-making duty,
Bacchus stood at her elbow, and swore that her plat
Would not help it, but hinder her beauty.

A bottle young Semele held up to view,
And begg'd she'd observe his cirections-
This Burgundy, dear Cytbarea, will do,

'Tis a rouge that refines all complexions.
Too polite to refuse him, the bumper the fips,
On his knees, the buck begg'd the'd encore;
The joy-giving goddefs, with wine-moiften'd lipa
Declar'd the would hob-nob once more,

Out of window each wash, pafte, & powder, fhe hurl'd
And the God of the grape vow'd to join;
Shook hands, fign'd & feal'd, then bid fame tell the
Of the Union 'twixt BEAUTY and WINE. [world
118

By a whirlwind methought I through Æther was
Electric 'mong fpirits of air;
[hurl'd,
Tpborn by the clouds, we look'd down on the world
And odd exhibitions spy'd there.
ngland's Genius was there, bearing Monarchy's crown
In proceffion round Liberty Hall; [down,
action feiz'd her rich robe, Public Spirit pull'd
And Folly broad grinn'd at her fall.
weather-house plac'd, to denote foul and fair,
Two figures keep veering about;

pageants we faw, and smil'd at their glare, As they turn'd, with the times, in and out. he Methodists, mafk'd with Hyprocify's face, Anathemas thunder'd aloud;

Jack Pudding's joke, with diftorted grimace,
Benetting their gudgeons, the crowd.

it and Humour were there, drove from Dignity's
That Stupidity's coach might have room; door,
bauch we faw open Temptation's base store,
And Difeafe taint Simplicity's bloom.
bborn Will against Prudence was waging a fight,
While Defire oppos'd Duty ftrong;

e Paffions confefs'd Reafon's dictates were right, Though themselves ftill refolv'd to be wrong. wonderful troop towards Westminster bore; What wonders there are 'mong mankind? gilt chariots Lawyers paraded before, Un foot Justice follow'd behind.

urch Preferments we faw-but refpect fhall with The abufe that's pour'd forth on the cloth; [ftand ck Fobbers and Statesmin we saw band in hand, And Pride food at par between both.

it per Cent had lain fiege to Integrity's head, And Beauty was battering his heart;

India fuccefs ftruck Humility dead, And Title took Vanity's part,

Crafty Care and pale Ufury, two fleepless hags, Wealth o'erwhelm'd, yet untired with toil; Their heir Diffipation we faw at their bags, With Flattery fharing the spoil.

The myft'ries of trade, but no longer I'll dwell
On either the mighty or mean;
From an emperor's court to a penitent's cell,
Life's all the fame laughable scene.
Tis a pitiful piece, like a farce in a fair,
Where fhew, noise and nonsense misrule,
Where tinfel paradings, make ignorance ftare,
Where he who acts beft is the fool.

119

LET
us laugh at the common diftinctions of state,
When merely from title, men hold themselves great;
If merit wins honours, the wearers we praise,
But only the mean, homage heraldry's blaze.
If you are a lineal defcendant from Adam,
Or fpoufe can collateral claim from his madam;
O'er acres of parchment, tho' pedigrees fpread, [bred
Boaft not how you're born, Sir, but fhew how you're
We allow they did great things, but what have you
You laurels difplay, which your forefathers won;
The cover & ftubble, your conquefts proclaim, [done
And your country's preferv'd by the laws of the game
what are ye but tenants for life to the land; [plate,
Ye lords of large manors, your flatt'rers difband,
Are things of the inn, where in life's-ftage you bait.
Your lakes, gårdens, grots, temples, bufts, pictures,
Awhile you the labours of luxury bear,
Till time tells you out, to make room for your heir;
The fame round of riot, he runs for his day,
His fucceffor's fummons, fends him the fame way.
But HE who exifts in infinity's ftate,
Whofe hand holds the fun, and whofe fiat is fate;
To fome has fent power, to others give wealth,
And to us, who are humble, his best bleffing, health.
To the graces, we nightly, a facrifice make,
Wit & humour, the chairs, as our toast masters take;
By fuch focial converfe, our time we improve,
While tenderness lends us the daughters of love.
Hh2

Jolly welcome attends hofpitality's call,
Common fenfe is our cat'rer in liberty-hall;
For one difh drefs'd there, all court treats we refign
Keep your diffance, ye Kings ! independant we dine.

121

AGAIN Britannia fmile,

Smile at each threat'ning foe: To fave this drooping ifle,

See Rodney strikes the blow;
For Rodney quickly will regain
Thy lov'reign empire o'er the main.
Against thee treach'rous foes,
And falfe allies combine;
But vainly they oppofe,

If Rodney till is thine:
For gallant Rodney will maintain
The British empire o'er the main.
Long may he plough the main,
Long may he victor prove,
Rewards ftill fure to gain,

Of king and people's love: For gallant Rodney will maintain The British empire o'er the main,

Now's the time for mirth and glee,
Sing, and love, and laugh with me:
Cupid is my theme of flory:
'Tis his Godhip's fame and glory,
How all yield unto his law!

Ha! ha! hal ha! ha! ha! ha!

O'er the grave, and o'er the gay,
Cupid takes his share of play:
He makes heroes quit their glory:
He's the God moft fam'd in ftory;
Bending them unto his law!
Ha ha! &c.

Sly the urchin deals his darts,
Without pity,-piercing hearts :
Cupid triumphs over paffions,
Not regarding modes or fashions.
Firmly fix'd is Cupid's law !
Ha ha! &c.

Some may think these lines not true,
But they're facts-'twixt me and you:
Then, ye maids, and men, be wary,
How you meet before you marry :
Cupid's will is folely law!
Hal ha! &c.

123

Now the fun is gone to bed,
Let each lift his rofy head,
All our pain is o'er and care,
Let us hafte to better fare;
Try with nectar to repay
All the mighty toils of day.
Who at ills can meanly pine,
O'er the brimming joys of wine;
Who can dare a coward prove,
In the field of war or love,

Fear and fpleen, that thakes the foul,
All lie drown'd within the bowl.
Wine then, balm and friend of life,
Banish thought, and banish ftrife,
Arm the mind 'gainft ev'ry ill,
Make us happy, come what will;
Tafte the prefent, fcorn the paft,
Live as tho' to day's the laft.
Here's the charm against despair,
See it laughs at furly care;
Come, my boys, and nobly join,
In the praife of sparkling wine,
Fill the glafs and raise the song,
Keep the revels all night long,