RECITATIVo. Help me, O help me, fhining crowd, CHORU S. The reign of CAESAR let his health supply 'Till faction fhall be pleas'd to die; Or they who love him, wish him down : "Till happier folks than we, In fome far country, fee A king, fo prais'd, in fo be-mus'd a town. N. B. To the laft line, I fhall prefume, beyond the sphere of a TRANSLATOR, to add an humble praife; in reverence of an excellence, which my great author is well known to be too modeft to affert his claim to. With fuch a LAUREAT to insure renown. Grubftreet Journal, N° 107. On the Reverend Mr. ARTHUR COLLIER'S ONG have I rang'd through ev'ry fchool, with pain, Like NOAH's dove, ftill anxious was my mind, And could no reft to fatisfy her find: 'Till, by fome gentle spirit advis'd, fhe flew; In ACADEMUS' fhady groves I've walk'd, The fages' doctrines, which for ages ftood, For whilft their occult qualities you disown, Who make all things exifting in his mind, In this each man his maker's image wears, } Oh, Oh, that the mufes would fome bard infpire, To fing your fyftem with the ROMAN fire! For, if this verfe preserves fo weak a scheme, And gains its author fuch a lafting fame; Yours, ably fung, would hardly ever die, 'Till age, compar'd to his, a vaft eternity. But tho' in profe, lefs gay is its attire; Yet evidence gives profe poetic fire: Which from grofs ignorance our foul refines, And like the pearl, a gem, tho' not fo gaully shines. Needs muft we all your wondrous scheme That does philofophy's dark mift remove, And with new sense of things our brighten'd minds im prove. approve, So when the sky night's darksome face o'erhales, SIR, H. P R. Aving lately feen fome very mean pieces popt into publick Papers, I thought it a proper time to get my poor performance published. You will eafily difcern the lowness of my accompishments, but perhaps not the loftinefs of my expectations, without my unbofoming a little to you. And to tell you the truth, tho' I have had but ill fuccefs in the former part of my life, yet I expect to live to be a great man; that is, fir, I am in hopes you will admit me into your fociety: and then, as what I here fend you tends greatly to the improving of natural knowledge, I don't doubt but I fhall be admitted fellow of the RL SOCIETY. Now with thefe honours, without doubt, I fhall pass for un bel efprit: and who knows what I may come to be? For, tho I was brought up behind the counter, aud have kept a fhop in the country, 'till the hawkers and pedlers came in fuch fwarms amongst us, that I had nothing left to do, but to trot up to town and try for a place; and tho' I have, as yet, got nothing but promifes; yet I am refolved not to defpair. Who can can tell, but after all, I come to be laureat; to qualify me for which honourable poft, I am glad to find it is not ne ceffary to be a poet. But, dear fir, if you should undervalue this my firft performance, and not afford it a place in your paper, all my tow'ring hopes will vanifh. Tis neceffary that I inform you, that a neighbour of mine, who has ftretch'd his abdomen by much toping to a remarkable fize, has obtain'd the appellation of BACCHUS: and he, being one night very flatuous, went into the street and made a very loud discharge, which occafion'd the following lines, by, YE Sir, your most obedient, humble fervant, fages, who the causes know Of things above, and things below; Think not, by fubtil difputation, Know then, that BACCHUS late one night, Th' explofions were like claps of thunder; From fact most plain: there's no more art in Mighty difcov'ry, mighty fame, On this account I fure might claim; W. H. } "Tis Tis true, that ancient poets fing, This tale, when once I was a drinking At this was heard a fudden rumbling, Dumb-founder'd now, look'd plaguy filly: They more than told, by looks, and smell. BAVIUS. An EPITAPH on THEOPHILUS CAVE, Efq; in the Chancel at BARROW upon STOWRE. H ́ERE in this grave There lies a CAVE. We call a CAVE a grave: If CAVE be grave, and grave be CAVE, Then reader judge, I crave, Whether does CAVE here lye in Or grave hear lye in CAVE? grave, |