She fell into her former scene,

Small beer, a herring, and the Dean.
THUS far in jeft: tho' now I fear,
You think my jefting too fevere;
But poets, when a hint is new,
Regard not whether false or true :
Yet raillery gives no offence,

Where truth has not the leaft pretence;
Nor can be more fecurely plac'd,
Than on a nymph of Stella's taste.
I must confefs, your wine and vittle
was too hard upon a little :

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Your table neat, your linen fine;
And, tho' in miniature, you shine:
Yet when you figh to leave Wood-park,
The scene, the welcome, and the fpark,
To languish in this odious town,
And pull your haughty ftomach down;
We think you quite mistake the cafe,
The virtue lies not in the place:
For tho' my raillery were true,
A cottage is Wood-park with you.

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To mournful ditties, Clio, change thy note, Since cruel fate hath funk our Justice Boat. Why should he fink, where nothing seem'd to press? His lading little, and his balaft less.

Toft in the waves of this tempefluous world,

At length, his anchor fix'd, and canvas furl'd,

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To Lazy-hill* retiring from his court,

At his Ring's end * he founders in the port.

Two villages near the fea, where boatmen and feamen live.

With water * fill'd he could no longer float,

The common death of many a stronger boat.

A poft fo fill'd, on nature's laws intrenches:
Benches on boats are plac'd, not boats on benches.
And yet our Boat, how fhall I reconcile it?
Was both a boat, and in one fense a pilot.
With every wind he fail'd, and well could tack:
Had many pendents, but abhorr'd a Jack †.
He's gone, altho' his friends began to hope,
That he might yet be lifted by a rope.

BEHOLD the awful bench on which he fat;
He was as hard and pon'drous wood as that:
Yet, when his fand was out, we find at last, -
That death has overfet him with a blast.
Our Boat is now fail'd to the Stygian ferry,
There to fupply old Charon's leaky wherry:
Charon in him will ferry fouls to hell;

A trade our Boat ‡ hath practis'd here so well :
And Cerberus hath ready in his paws

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Both pitch and brimstone to fill up his flaws.
Yet, fpite of death and fate, I here maintain
We may place Boat in his old poft again.
The way is thus, and well deserves your thanks :
Take the three ftrongest of his broken planks ;
Fix them on high confpicuous to be seen,
Form'd like the triple tree near Stephen's || green;
And when we view it thus with thief at end on't, 35
We'll cry, Look, here's our Boat, and there's the
pendent.

* It was faid he died of a dropfy.
A cant word for a Jacobite.
In hanging people as a judge.
Where the Dublin gallows stands.

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THE EPITAP H.

ERE lies Judge Boat within a coffin;

Pray gentle folks forbear your scoffing.

A Boat a judge! yes; where's the blunder ?
A wooden judge is no fuch wonder.

And in his robes you must agree,

No Boat was better deck'd than he. 'Tis needlefs to defcribe him fuller, In short, he was an able fculler*.

A receipt to restore STELLA's youth.

Written in the year 1724-5.

THE Scottish hinds, too poor to house
In frosty nights their starving cows,

While not a blade of grass or hay
Appears from Michaelmas to May,
Must let their cattle range in vain
For food along the barren plain.
Meagre and lank with fasting grown,
And nothing left but skin and bone;
Expos'd to want, and wind, and weather,
They just keep life and foul together,
Till fummer-fhow'rs and evening's dew
Again the verdant glebe renew;
And as the vegetables rife,

The famish'd cow her want fupplies :
Without an ounce of laft year's flesh;
Whate'er the gains is young and fresh;
Grows plump and round, and full of mettle,
As rifing from Medea's kettle,

• Query, Whether the author meant fcholar, and wilfully miltook.

With youth and beauty, to inchant
Europa's counterfeit gallant +.

WHY, Stella, fhould you knit your brow,
If I compare you to the cow?

'Tis juft the cafe; for you have fafted
So long, till all your flesh is wafted,
And must against the warmer days
Be fent to Quilca ↑ down to grafe ;
Where mirth, and exercise, and air,
Will foon your appetite repair:
The nutriment will from within,

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Round all your body, plump your skin ;
Will agitate the lazy flood,

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And fill your veins with sprightly blood:
Nor flesh nor blood will be the same,
Nor ought of Stella but the name;
For what was ever underftood

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By human kind, but flesh and blood?
And if your flesh and blood be new,
You'll be no more the former you ;
But for a blooming nymph will pass,
Juft fifteen, coming fummer's grafs,
Your jetty locks with garlands crown'd :

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While all the 'fquires for nine miles round,

Attended by a brace of curs,

With jocky boots and filver fpurs,

No lefs than justices o'quorum,

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Their cow-boys bearing cloaks before 'em,

Shall leave deciding broken pates,

To kifs your steps at Quilca gates.

But left you should my fkill difgrace,

Come back before you're out of cafe:

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↑ Jupiter is fabled to have stolen Europa in the shape of a bull,

Hawkef.

Dr Sheridan's house, seven or eight miles from Dublin.

For if to Michaelmas you stay,
The new-born flesh will melt away;
The 'fquires in fcorn will fly the house
For better game, and look for groufe;
But here, before the froft can mar it,
We'll make it firm with beef and claret....

WHITSHED's mot o on his coacht.

LIBERTAS ET NATALE SOLUM.

Liberty and my native country.

Written in the year 1724.

Ibertas et natale folum:

Fine words! I wonder where you ftole 'em. Could nothing, but thy chief reproach,

Serve for a motto on thy coach ?.

But let me now the words translate :

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Natale folum, my estate;

My dear eftate, how well I love it!
My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it:
They swear I am so kind and good,
I hug them, till I fqueefe their blood.
Libertas bears a large import:

First, how to swagger in a court;
And, fecondly, to fhew my fury
Against an uncomplying jury;
And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention

To favour Wood, and keep my penfion;
And, fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick,
Get the great feal, and torn out Brod'rick;
And, fifthly, (you know whom I mean),
To humble that vexatious Dean;

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†The noted Chief Justice who twice profecuted the Drapier, and diffolved the grand jury for not finding the bill against him. See his letters, in vol. iii.