bulk: You'll owe your ruin to your While you lie helpless on the fand. Thus, when a whale hath loft the tide, And ftrip the bones, and melt the oil. Oh! may fome western tempeft sweep Thefe locufts, whom our fruits have fed, That plague, directors, to the deep, Driv'n from the South-fea to the Red! May he, whom nature's laws obey, Who lifts the poor, and finks the proud, Quiet the raging of the sea, And fill the madness of the croud! But never shall our isle have rest, Till thofe devouring wine run down, (The devils leaving the poffeft), 215 And headlong in the waters drown. The nation then too late will find, Directors promises but wind, South-sea at best a mighty bubble. Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vaflo, 220 Arma virúm, tabulæque, et Troïa gaza per undas. VIRG. A *A BALLAD ON QUADRILLE. WHEN I. HEN as corruption hence did go, When Ay faid Ay, and No faid No, Without a place or fee; Then Satan thinking things went ill, II. 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 every house, go where you will, III. Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing, But, if the parties manage ill, The king is forc'd to lose Codille, &c. IV.. When two and two were met of old, Tho' they ne'er meant to marry, They were in Cupid's books inroll'd, And call'd a party quarree: But now, meet when and where you will, A party quarree is Quadrille, &c. V. The commoner, and knight, the peer, Men of all ranks and fame, 5 15 20 25 Leave to their wives the only care To propagate their name; And well that duty they fulfil, When the good husband's at Quadrille, &c. VI. When patients lie in piteous cafe, In comes th' apothecary; And to the doctor cries, alas! Non debes quadrillare. 30 35 The patient dies without a pill; For why the doctor's at Quadrille, &c. VII. Should France and Spain again grow loud, Britain, to curb her neighbours proud, The King of late drew forth his fword, An unwash'd Knight of Bath: What are their feats of arms and skill? IX. A party late at Cambray met, Which drew all Europe's eyes; 'Twas call'd in Poftboy and Gazette The quadruple allies: But fome body took fomething ill, X And now, God fave this noble realm, 40 45 50 55 And God fave those who hold the helm, When as the King goes over : But let the King go where he will, Quadrille, Quadrille, &c. мо *MOLLY MOG; OR, 60 The Fair Maid of the Inn †. SAYS my uncle, I pray you discover What hath been the caufe of your woes, Why you pine, and you whine, like a lover? I've seen Molly Mog of the Rofe. O nephew! your grief is but folly ; In town you may find better prog; I know that by wits 'tis recited, From loving my fweet Molly Mog. The schoolboy's defire is a play-day; Will-o'-wifp leads the traveller a-gadding But no light can fet me a-madding, The Rofe-inn at Okingham in Berkshire. For guineas in other mens breeches Your gamesters will palm and will cog: But I envy them none of their riches, So I may win fweet Molly Mog. The heart, when half wounded, is changing, 25 But my heart can never be ranging, 'Tis fo fix'd upon fweet Molly Mog. Who follows all ladies of pleafure, In pleasure is thought but a hog: I feel I'm in love to diftraction, But thinking of fweet Molly Mog. A letter when I am inditing, Comes Cupid and gives me a jog: If I would not give up the three Graces, Those faces want nature and spirit, And feem as cut out of a log: Those who toast all the family royal Have hearts not more true or more loyal Than mine to my fweet Molly Mog. 30 35 40 45 59 |