Let us scorn to be bias'd by party or pelf, Let honour, let honesty, stand in your view; Let no low-minded motives your principles shake, ANOTHER. LET the half-famish'd poet find fault with good cheer, And, forced to drink water, despise our brown beer: Poor Lewis the Little full fatally knows board, May in times of preferment be titled my Lord. Derry down, &c. Let the scribblers exclaim-they're a finical tribe! May not we, like our betters, sometimes take a bribe? If cash does not circulate properly-trade Grows lazy, and lags like a founder'd old jade. Derry down, &c. But to banter no longer-Our candidates seem Men of honour, of worth, and of public esteem: It were well for Dame Britain, her freedom and laws, If such, and such only e'er handled her cause. Derry down, &c. Let their free open spirits be right understood, Their contest is meant for their countrymen's good: When danger alarms us or glory commands, Our lives and our honours are safe in such hands. Derry down, &c. That they both have their merits,it must be allow'd; But, sons of cool Reason! step forth from the crowd; If weighty experience can balance the day, ANOTHER. WHERE the rich Wear ', with wandering grace, Harangued his freeborn sons: The burden of his sacred strain Was Shaftoe, live!—live, generous Vape!' 'Where Durham lifts her sacred piles, Revered in gothic pride, And wisdom, with meridian smiles, Expands on every side, The river Wear, that runs through the city of Durham. Distinguish'd in bright honour's train, The noble heart that truth refines Confirm, my sons! confirm my choice, The Genius ceased-from every part SONG. HE that Love hath never tried, Nor-had Cupid for his guide, Cannot hit the passage right What are honours, regal wealth, THREE PART CATCH...THE TOAST. 129 Gentle shepherds, persevere, Still be tender, still sincere; THREE PART CATCH. 'Tis in view (the rich blessing kind nature bestow'd, To conquer our sorrows, or lighten the load) Let it bleed-and, carousing this liquor divine, THE TOAST. A CATCH. GIVE the toast-my good fellow,be jovial and gay, And let the brisk moments pass jocund away! Here's the King-take your bumpers, my brave British souls, Who guards your fair freedom should crown your full bowls; [down, Let him live-long and happy, see Lewis brought And taste all the comforts, no cares of a crown. FORTUNE TO HARLEQUIN. IN A PANTOMIME. FROM my favour, sense rejected, 2 This shall drive your Gold's the mighty source of pleasure! LOVE AND CHASTITY. A Cantata. FROM the high mount3, whence sacred groves Diana and her virgin troop descend; [depend, And while the buskin'd maids with active care The business of the daily chase prepare, A favourite nymph steps forward from the throng, And thus, exulting, swells the jocund song 'Jolly Health springs aloft at the loud sounding Unlock'd from soft Slumber's embrace; [horn, And Joy sings a hymn to salute the sweet morn, That smiles on the nymphs of the chase: 1 A hat. 2 A sword. 3 Mount Latmos. |