"It must of confequence enfue
"I fhall have ftore of lovers too.
Oh! how I'll break their ftubborn hearts, "With all the pride of female arts.
"What Suitors then will kneel before me!
"Lords, Earls, and Viscounts shall adore me.
"When in my gilded coach I ride,
My Lady at his Lordship's fide,
"How will I laugh at all I meet
"Clatt'ring in pattins down the street!
"And LOBBIN then I'll mind no more,
Howe'er I lov'd him heretofore;
"Or, if he talks of plighted truth,
I will not hear the fimple youth,
"But rife indignant from my feat,
"And spurn the lubber from my feet.
Action, alas! the fpeaker's grace,
Ne'er came in more improper place,
For in the toffing forth her fhoe,
What fancied bliss the maid o'erthrew !
While down at once, with hideous fall,
Came lovers, wealth, and milk, and all,
Thus fancy ever loves to roam,
To bring the gay materials home;
Imagination forms the dream,
And accident deftroys the fcheme.
FROM THE REV. MR. HANBURY'S HORSE, TO
NGST you bipeds, reputation
Depends on Rank and Situation;
And men increase in fame and worth,
Not from their merits, but their Birth.
Thus he is born to live obfcure,
Who has the fin of being poor;
While wealthy dullness lolls at ease,
And is as witty as you please.
-" What did his Lordship fay?-O! fine!
"The very Thing! Bravo! Divine !"
And then 'tis buzz'd from Route to Route,
While ladies whisper it about,
"Well, I protest, a charming hit!
"His Lerdfhip has a deal of wit.
"How elegant that double sense !
"Perdigious! vaiftly fine! Immense !
When all my lord has faid or done,
Was but the letting off a pun.
Mark the fat Cit, whofe good round sum,
Amounts at least to half a Plumb;
Whofe chariot whirls him up and down
Some three or four miles out of town;
For thither fober folks repair,
To take the Duft, which they call air.
Dull folly (not the wanton wild
Imagination's younger child)
Has taken lodgings in his face,
As finding that a vacant place,
And peeping from his windows, tells
To all beholders, where fhe dwells.
Yet once a week, this purfe-proud cit,
Shall ape the fallies of a wit,
And after ev'ry Sunday's dinner,
To prieftly faint, or city finner,
Shall tell the ftory o'er and o'er,
H'as told a thoufand times before;
Like gamefters, who, with eager zeal,
Talk the game o'er between the deal,
Mark! how the fools and knaves admire
And chuckle with their Sunday 'fquire:
While he looks pleas'd at every guest,
And laughs much louder than the rest;
And cackling with incessant grin,
Triples the Double of his chin.
Birth, rank, and wealth, have wond'rous skill; Make Wits and Statesmen when they will;
While genius holds no estimation,
From lucklefs want of Situation;
And, if through clouded fcenes of life,
He takes dame poverty to wife,
Howe'er he work and teize his brain,
His pound of wit fcarce weighs a grain ;
While with his Lordship it abounds,
And one light grain fwells out to pounds.
Receive, good fir, with aspect kind,
This wanton gallop of the mind;
But, fince all things encrease in worth,
Proportion'd to their rank and birth;
Left you fhould think the letter base,
While I supply the poet's place,
I'll tell you whence and what I am,
My Breed, my Blood, my Sire, my Dam.
My Sire was PINDAR's Eagle, fon
Of Pegafus of HELICON;
Both high-bred things of mettled blood,
The beft in all APOLLO's ftud.
Now CRITICS here would bid me spea
The OLD horse language, that is Greek ;
For HOMER made us talk, you know,
Almost three thousand years ago;
And men of Taste and Judgment FINE,
Allow the paffage is divine.
They were fine mettled things indeed,
And of peculiar ftrength and breed;
What leaps they took, how far and wide
-They'd take a country at a ftride.
How great each leap, LONGINUS knew,
Who from dimenfions ta'en of two,
Affirms, with equal ardour whirld,
A third, good lord! would clear the wo
But till fome learned wight fhall fhew If Accents MUST be us❜d, or no,
A doubt, which puzzles all the wife
Of giant and of pigmy size,
Who waste their time, and fancies vex
With afper, lenis, circumflex,
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