Then, like the dogs of Nile, be wife, Who, taught by inftinct how to fhun The crocodile that lurking lies,

Run as they drink, and drink and run.

Antæus could by magick charms
Recover ftrength whene'er he fell :
Alcides held him in his arms,
And sent him up in air to hell.

Directors thrown into the fea
Recover ftrength and vigour there;
But may be tam'd another way,
Suspended for a while in air.

Oh ! may fome Western tempeft sweep
These 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 fea,

And fill the madness of the crowd!

But never shall our ifle have reft,
Till these devouring fwine run down,

(The devils leaving the poffeft)

And headlong in the waters drown.
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The nation then too late will find, Computing all their coft and trouble, Directors promifes but wind,

South-fea at beft a mighty bubble.

Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vafto, Árma virúm, tabulæque, et Troia gaza per undas.

Virg.

*A BALLAD ON QUADRILLE.

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I.

HEN as corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free;

When faid ay

ay,

and no faid no,

Without a place or fee;

Then Satan, thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his fpirit call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, etc.

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 ev'ry house, go where you will,
Is haunted by the imp Quadrille, etc.

III. Sure

III.

Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court-cards they name;
And, ftatesman-like, calls in the king
To help out a bad game:
But, if the parties manage ill,

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The king is forc'd to lofe Codille, etc.

IV.

When two and two were met of old,
Though they ne'er meant to marry,
They were in Cupid's books enroll'd,
And call'd a party quarree:
But now, meet when and where you will,
A party quarree is Quadrille, etc.

V.

The commoner, and knight, the peer,
Men of all ranks and fame,
Leave to their wives the only care
To propagate their name;
And well that duty they fulfil,

When the good husband's at Quadrille, etc.

VI.

When patients lie in piteous cafe,
In comes the apothecary;

And to the doctor cries, alas!
Non debes quadrillare.

The

The patient dies without a pill;
For why? the doctor's at Quadrille, etc.

VII.

Should France and Spain again grow loud,
The Muscovite grow louder;
Britain to curb her neighbours proud
Wou'd want both ball and powder;
Must want both fword and gun to kill ;
For why? the gen'ral's at Quadrille, etc.

VIII.

The king of late drew forth his fword,
(Thank God 'twas not in wrath)
And made of many a squire and lord
An unwash'd knight of Bath :
What are their feats of arms and skill?
They're but nine parties at Quadrille, etc.

IX.

A party late at Cambray met,

Which drew all Europe's eyes ; 'Twas call'd in Poft-boy and Gazette The quadruple allies:

But fomebody took fomething ill,

So broke this party at Quadrille, etc.

X.

And now, God fave this noble realm,
And God fave eke Hanover;

And God fave those who hold the helm,
When as the king goes over :
But let the king go where he will,
His fubjects muft play at Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, etc.

* MOLLY MOG:

OR, THE

The Fair Maid of the Inn

SAYS

AYS 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 feen Molly Mog of the Rofe.

O nephew! your grief is but folly;
In town you may find better prog;
Half a crown there will get you a Molly,
A Molly much better than Mog.

*The Rofe Inn at Ockingham in Berkshire: