Nor hoping to behold the skies ferene,

Wearies with vows the monarch of the main.

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Upon the HORRID PLOT discovered by HARLEQUIN, the Bishop of ROCHESTER'S French dog *.

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In a dialogue between a Whig and a Tory.
Written in the year 1723.

Afk'd a Whig the other night,

How came this wicked plot to light? He answered, that a dog of late Inform'd a minifter of state.

Said I, from thence I nothing know;
For are not all informers fo?

A villain who his friend betrays,

We ftyle him by no other phrase;

And fo a perjur'd dog denotes

Porter, and Prendergaft, and Oates,

And forty others I could name.

Whig. But you must know, this dog was lame. Tory. A weighty argument indeed!

Your evidence was lame :-proceed:

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Come, help your lame dog o'er the flyle.

Whig. Sir, you mistake me all this while:

(I mean a dog without a joke)

Can howl, and bark, but never fpoke.

Tory. I'm ftill to feek, which dog you mean;

Whether cur Plunket, or whelp Skean,

An English, or an Irish hound;

Or t'other puppy that was drown'd,

Or Mafon, that abandon'd bitch:

Then pray be free, and tell me which:

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See the proceedings in Parliament against Dr Atterbury the Bishop of Rochester, State-trials, vol. 6.-He was tried by the Lords for a plot against the government, deprived of his bishoprick, banished his native country, and died in France, Feb. 15. 1732.

For ev'ry flander-by was marking,
That all the noise they made was barking.
You pay them well; the dogs have got
Their dogs-heads in a porridge pot:
And 'twas but juft; for wife men say,
That ev'ry dog must have his day.
Dog Walpole laid a quart of nog on't,
He'd either make a bhog or dog on't ;
And look'd, fince he has got his wish,
As if he had thrown down a dish.

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Yet this I dare foretel you from it,

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He'll foon return to his own vomit.

Whig. Befides, this horrid plot was found

By Neynoe, after he was drown'd.

Tory. Why then the proverb is not right,

Since you can teach dead dogs to bite.

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Whig. I prov'd my propofition full;

But Jacobites are ftrangely dull.

Refölv'd to fave the British nation,
Tho' French by birth and education;
His correfpondence plainly dated
Was all decypher'd and translated :
His answers were exceeding pretty
Before the fecret wife committee:
Confefs'd as plain as he could bark:
Then with his fore-foot fet his mark.

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Tory. Then all this while have I been bubbled,

I thought it was a dog in doublet:

The matter now no longer sticks ;

For ftatesmen never want dog-tricks,

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But fince it was a real cur,

And not a dog in metaphor,

I give you joy of the report,
That he's to have a place at court.

Whig. Yes, and a place he will grow rich in; 65: A turnfpit in the royal kitchen.

Sir, to be plain, I tell you what,
We had occafion for a plot:
And when we found the dog begin it,

We guess'd the bishop's foot was in it.
Tory. I own it was a dang'rous project;
And you have prov'd it by dog-logic.
Sure fuch intelligence between
A dog and Bishop ne'er was feen,
Till you begin to change the breed;

Your Bishops all are d-gs indeed.

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JOAN CUDGELS NED.

Written in the year 1723.

Oan cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a bully;

Will cudgels Befs, yet Will's a cully..
Die Ned and Befs, give Will to Joan,
She dares not fay her life's her own.
Die Joan and Will; give Befs to Ned,
And ev'ry day fhe combs his head.

STELLA at WOOD-PARK.

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A house of CHARLES FORD, Efq; eight miles from Dublin.

·Cuicunque nocere volebat

Veftimenta dabat pretiofa.

Written in the year 1723

ON Carlos in a merry spite

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Did Stella to his house invite :

He entertain’d her half a year
With gen'rous wines and costly cheer.
Don Carlos made her chief director,
That she might o'er the fervants hector.
In half a week the dame grew nice,
Got all things at the highest price;
Now at the table-head she sits,
Prefented with the niceft bits;
She look'd on partridges with fcorn,
Except they tafted of the corn:
A haunch of ven'fon made her fweat
Unless it had the right fumette.
Don Carlos earnestly would beg,
Dear Madam, try this pigeon's leg;
Was happy, when he could prevail
To make her only touch a quail.
Thro' candle-light she view'd the wine,
To fee that every glass was fine.
At last grown prouder than the devil
With feeding high and treatment civil,
Don Carlos now began to find
His malice work as he defign'd.

The winter-sky began to frown,

Poor Stella muft pack off to town;

From purling ftreams and fountains bubbling,

To* Liffy's ftinking tide at Dublin :

From wholefome exercife and air,

To foffing in an easy chair:

From ftomach fharp, and hearty feeding,

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To piddle like a lady breeding:
From ruling there the household fingly,
To be directed here by Dingly +:
From ev'ry day a lordly banquet,
To half a joint and God be thanked :

• The river that runs thro' Dublin.
A lady. The two ladies lodged together.

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From ev'ry meal, Pontack in plenty,

To half a pint one day in twenty:
From Ford attending at her call,
To vifits of-

From Ford who thinks of nothing mean,
To the poor doings of the Dean:
From growing richer with good cheer,
To running out by ftarving here.

But now arrives the dismal day;
She must return to Ormond Quay

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The coachman ftopt; fhe look'd, and fwore

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Her quarter's out at Ladyday,
She vows fhe will no longer ftay
In lodgings, like a poor Grizette,
While there are lodgings to be let.

HOWE'ER, to keep her fpirits up,
She fent for company to fup:

When all the while you might remark,
She ftrove in vain to ape Wood-park.
Two bottles call'd for (half her store,
The cupboard could contain but four):

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