SON N. G. « 'Twas when the feas were roaring, "TWAS when the land was roaring, With feuds of every kind, Young Billy lay deploring, On Sh-b-ne's breaft reclin'd. His head was full of penfions, And posts in the Red Book. Does yet at Court remain? Which lurks in Jenky's mind; Who think their Mafter kind. The Seals to Court did bring, Ceafe, ceafe, thou cruel Jenky, Ah! what's thy meannefs, think ye, Should G-ge that coast be bent on, Where gold and diamonds grow If F-x the job was fent on. He would not ferve him so. All melancholy lying, Thus wail'd young P-t the great His bofom ach'd with fighing, His pulfe in tumult beat, When from behind the curtain, Pale Jenky's form appears; And cry'd, thy rife is certain, 457 PANE PANEGYRICAL EPIGRAMS Upon Sir CECIL WRAY's candid Account of Mr. Fox's ill Reception from his Electors. Why, when he propofed to Westminster city, ANOTHER, on the fame, by the Electors of Westminster. GOOD Lord, how kind you are to me, Quoth Cecil to the firm and free, At the Alehouse Committee they held in December; I beg a bumper to my toast, Confufion to him who made me your Member? ANOTHER. WHEN fimple Fox, in an unwary hour, Made Wray his colleague, all confefs'd he blunder'd; Nobly promote him to the Chiltern Hundred. ANOTHER. THAT Fox is an impoftor, thus, Sir Cecil, you may prove is true, ANOTHER. You fain would make the world conjecture, But here the world will doubt ye; O! were it but as little true, That he had e'er protected you! We now had been without ye. ANOTHER. IF Fox was voted to the chair, It was because his friends were there; As foon as ever they were gone, Sir Cecil had it ten to one. 'Tis true that Fox's friends were ftrongest, But then Sir Cecil's ftaid the longest; From whence it doth most clearly follow, That he (Sir Cecil) had it bellow. When Mr. Fox propofed Sir Cecil Wray in the Court of Requests for his colleague, against the opinion of Mr. Churchill, Dr. Jebb, Mr. Hallis, and others, (new acting with the Court) there was great disapprobation hown by the Meeting. ANOTHER, ANOTHER, on Sir Cecil Wray's faying, that Mr. Fox ran away, SIR Cecil's boaft all law of nature mocks, ANOTHER. WE Courtiers have the Blackguards now! I fee no proof of it, I vow Except the Writers on their fide. ANOTHER, occafioned by fome late Refolutions refpecting Parliamentary Reforme "WHAT diseases (cries Jebb) in the Commons prevail? Our rights and laws great Chatham made No Secret Influence he obey'd, He mounted no Back Stairs. No arts could win him to conspire O! had the spirit of the Sire Nor let his virtues lull to fleep When flaves, the dire mistake you weep That thought his youth no crime. Ye Britons, rouze, at Freedom's call Your delegates defend, Nor filent fee the people fall The The fhackles of Prerogative The LAY VICAR; or, BILLY'S CREED. IN good old George's golden days, A furious Whig my father was, Unto the world he daily told, That Freedom was our Charter, CHORUS.. This was the law he did maintain When all this he did fay Sir. 'Tis true at firft 'gainst Bute I talk'd, But found he walk'd too flowly. I foon perceiv'd a fhorter road, CHORUS. And this is law I will declare. Unto my dying day, Sir, A Whig moft big and brave, Sir. This was the law I then maintain'd, But But now the times are alter'd quite, No miracle in this you'll find, When once the caufe is known, Sir; And this is law, I e'er will fing, A lantern is a useful thing, To Court to light the way, Sir. Next Shelburne now came into place, But even him I did furpaís, In neat diffimulation. All principles I found would fit So I became a Jelnits... To beat the Coalition, CHORUS. And this is law I will maintain By which in place you ftay, Sir. As change I never heeded. What did my choice determine.; And this is law, I ever fhall To nibble rights away, Sir. And now once more the day's our own, A league we've formed with the Crown, CHORUS. 4 |