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 Directors thrown into the fea Oh ! may fome Western tempeft sweep May he, whom nature's laws obey, And fill the madness of the crowd! But never shall our ifle have reft, (The devils leaving the poffeft) And headlong in the waters drown. The 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. W I. HEN as corruption hence did go, When faid ay ay, and no faid no, Without a place or fee; Then Satan, thinking things went ill, II. Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack, His troops they are with red and black III. Sure III. Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing, 1 The king is forc'd to lofe Codille, etc. IV. When two and two were met of old, V. The commoner, and knight, the peer, When the good husband's at Quadrille, etc. VI. When patients lie in piteous cafe, And to the doctor cries, alas! The The patient dies without a pill; VII. Should France and Spain again grow loud, VIII. The king of late drew forth his fword, 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 those who hold the helm, * 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; *The Rofe Inn at Ockingham in Berkshire: |