I pity wretched Strephon, blind To all the charms of woman-kind. 130 Should I the queen of love refufe, Because the rose from stinking ooze ? WHEN Cælia all her glory fhows, If Strephon would but ftop his nofe, Who now fo impioufly blafphemes 135 Her ointments, daubs, and paints, and creams, With which he makes fo foul a rout; 140 THE POWER OF TIME†. Written in the year 1730. F neither brafs nor marble can withstand IF The mortal force of Time's destructive hand If mountains fink to vales; if cities die, 5 THE REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL. Written in the year 1730. FRom Rom diftant regions Fortune fends An odd triumvirate of friends; Where Phoebus pays a fcanty stipend, Where never yet a codling ripen'd: † Scarron bath written a larger poem on the fame fubjec Hither the frantic goddess draws 5 Three fuff'rers in a ruin'd caufe: By faction banish'd here unite, A Dean*, a Spaniard †, and a Knight The Dean and Spaniard find it too well: The Knight triumphant reigns betwixt : PROUD Baronet of Nova Scotia ! Against the grain, a monarch's fift? The author. Col. Henry Leflie, who ferved and lived long in Spain. 10 15 20 25 30 The Irish name of a farm the Dean took, and was to build on, but changed his mind. He called it Drapier's-hill. Vide the poem fo called, p. 342. 1 What if among the courtly tribe You loft a place and fav'd a bribe ? 35 ·40 Are you to be compar'd with us? COME, Spaniard, let us from our farms Call forth our cottagers to arms; Our forces let us both unite, 45 Attack the foe at left and right. From Market-hill's exalted head, Full northward let your troops be led ; While you, from where the bason stands, 50 Nor need we doubt the fort to win; 55 True, Lady Anne no danger fears, Then left upon our first attack Her valiant arm should force us back, 60 I have a ftratagem contriv'd. By these embroider'd high heel'd fhoes 65 70 While tortur'd Madam bound remains, Like Montezume in golden chains, Or like a cat with walnuts fhod, The mimic animal amuse ; They place before him gloves and fhoes ; In vain to frisk or climb he tries; The huntsmen seize the grinning prize. Then (let me fee) we'll make the Knight Our clerk, for he can read and write; That her own maid should overtop her; To mortify the creature more, We'll take her heels five inches low'r. FOR Hannah, when we have no need of her, 105 "Twill be our int'reft to get rid of her: The butler. + The housekeeper. The agent. And when we execute our plot, Dispatch the rogues by whom they rise. TRA ULU S. A dialogue between Toм and ROBIN. Written in the year 1730. Tom. SAY, Robin, what can Traulus mean Why does he call him paltry scribler, Yet cannot prove a single fact? Robin. Forgive him, Tom, his head is crackt. 110 Tom. What mischief can the Dean have done him, That Traulus calls for vengeance on him? Why must he fputter, fpawl, and slaver it Which gave the Dean the name of Drapier? Party and spleen have turn'd his brain. Tom. Such friendship never man profefs'd, The Dean was never fo carefs'd; For Traulus long his rancour nurst, Robin. I own, appearances are bad; Yet ftill infift the man is mad. Hh 5 10 15 20 |