The gravely dull and pertly gay, An Infcription on the Cell. Beneath these moss-grown roots, this ruftick cell, An Infcription in the Cell. Sweet bird that fing'ft on yonder fpray, To the Right Hon. HENRY PELHAM, Efq; THE HE humble Petition of the worshipful company of Poets and News-writers, SHEWETH, THAT your honour's petitioners (dealers in rhymes, And writers of scandal, for mending the times) By loffes in bus'nefs, and England's well-doing, Are funk in their credit, and verging on ruin. That these, their misfortunes, they humbly conceive, Arife not from dulnefs, as fome folks believe, But from rubs in their way, that your honour has laid, And want of materials to carry on trade. That they always had form'd high conceits of their use, And meant their last breath fhou'd go out in abuse; But now (and they fpeak it with forrow and tears) Since your honour has fate at the helm of affairs, No party will join 'em, no faction invite To heed what they fay, or to read what they write ; Sedition, and Tumult, and Discord are fled, That their country is fav'd, and the patriots undone. ΤΟ To perplex 'em ftill more, and fure famine to bring (Now fatire has loft both its truth and its fting) If, in fpite of their natures, they bungle at praife, Your honour regards not, and nobody pays. YOUR Petitioners therefore most humbly entreat By which your petitioners, haply, might thrive, In compaffion, good Sir! give 'em something to fay, And your honour's petitioners ever shall pray. An O D E Performed in the Senate-Houfe at Cambridge July 1, 1749, At the Inftallation of his Grace THOMAS HOLLES Duke of NEWCASTLE, CHANCELLOR of the Univerfity. -canit errantem Permeffi ad fiumina Gallum Aonas in montes ut duxerit una fororum Utque viro Phabi chorus affurrexerit omnis. VIRGIL By Mr. MASON, Fellow of Pembroke-Hall. Set to Mufick by Mr. Box CE, Composer to his Majesty. Recitative. ERE all thy active fires diffuse, H Thou genuine British Mufe ; Hither defcend from yonder orient sky, Cloth'd in thy heav'n-wove robe of harmony. Come, Air I. Come, imperial queen of fong; Recitative. Which speaks thee of celeftial line; Daughter of Jove and Liberty. II. The elevated foul, who feels Thy aweful impulfe, walks the fragrant ways He with impartial justice deals The blooming chaplets of immortal lays : And nobly thron'd in Truth's meridian sphere, Thence, with a bold and heav'n-directed aim, Full on fair Virtue's fhrine he pours the rays of fame. III. Air II. Goddess! thy piercing eye explores The filver flope of falling rills, The purple in the eastern dawn, Or all thofe tints, which rang'd in vivid glow |