On Wood* the patentee's Irish half-pence. AS Written in the Year 1724... I. S when the 'fquire and tinker, Wood, Gravely confulting Ireland's 'good, Together mingled in a mass Smith's dust, and copper, lead, and brass; 7 In fillets roll'd, or cut in pieces, Y * See an Account of Wood's project in the Drapier's letters, Vol. X. So So, goldfmiths fay, the coarfeft ftuff II. There is a chain let down from Jove, But faften'd to his throne above, So ftrong, that from the lower end, * Now, while this brazen chain prevail'd, Jove faw that all devotion fail'd; No temple to his Godfhip rais'd; No facrifice at altars blaz d;! In fhort, fuch dire confufion follow'd, Earth muft have been in chaos fwallow'd. A great lady was faid to have been bribed by Wood. Jove stood amaz'd; but, looking round, Prometheus on a rock is laid, Ty'd with a chain himself had made, While vulturs eat his growing liver. III. Ye pow'rs of Grubftreet, make me able Difcreetly to apply this fable; Say, who is to be understood By that old thief Prometheus? WOOD. But Jove will foon convert, I hope, This brazen chain into a rope; With which Prometheus fhall be ty'd, *STREPHON and FLAVIA. WITH ev'ry lady in the land Soft Strephon kept a pother; One year he languifh'd for one hand, Late at a ball he own'd his pain: She blush'd, and frown'd, and fwore, At laft fhe vow'd fhe wou'd not stay; Enrag'd, the call'd her footman ftrait, CORINN A. HIS day (the year I dare not Τ Apollo play'd the midwife's part; Into the world Corinna fell, And he endow'd her with his art. But Cupid with a Satyr comes; Both foftly to the cradle creep; Both ftroke her hands, and rub her gums, While the poor child lay fast asleep. Then Cupid thus; This little maid Of love fhall always fpeak and write: And I pronounce (the Satyr faid) The world fhall feel her scratch and bite. Her talent she display'd betimes; For in twice twelve revolving moons She feem'd to laugh and fquawl in rhymes, And all her gestures were lampoons. At fix years old the fubtle jade Stole to the pantry-door, and found The butler with my lady's maid; And you may fwear the tale went round. She made a fong, how little mifs Was kifs'd and flobber'd by a lad; And how, when mafter went to p---, Mifs came, and peep'd at all he had. At |