So your production was the fame,
And from contending atoms came.
Thy fair indulgent mother crown'd
Thy head with sparkling rubies round:
Beneath thy decent fteps the road
Is all with precious jewels ftrow'd.
The bird of Pallas knows his poft,
Thee to attend, where-e'er thou go'ft.
Byzantians boaft, that on the clod
Where once the fultan's horse hath trod,
Grows neither grafs, nor fhrub, nor tree:
The fame thy subjects boast of thee.
The greatest lord, when you appear,
Will deign your livery to wear,
In all the various colours feen
Of red, and yellow, blue, and green.
With half a word when you require,
The man of bus'nefs must retire.
The haughty minister of state
With trembling must thy leisure wait;
And, while his fate is in thy hands,
The bus'nefs of the nation ftands.
Thou dar'ft the greatest prince attack,
Canft hourly fet him on the rack,
And, as an inftance of thy pow'r,
Inclofe him in a wooden tow'r :
With pungent pains on ev'ry fide,
So Regulus in torments dy'd.
From thee our youth all virtues learn,
Dangers with prudence to difcern;
And well thy scholars are endu'd
With temp'rance, and with fortitude;
With patience, which all ills fupports;
And fecrecy, the art of courts.
The glitt'ring beau could hardly tell,
Without your aid, to read or spell;
But, having long convers'd with you,
Knows how to write a billet-doux.
With what delight, methinks, I trace
Your blood in ev'ry noble race!
In whom thy features, shape, and mien
Are to the life diftinctly feen.
The Britons, once a favage kind,
By you were brighten'd and refin’d,
Defcendents of the barb'rous Huns,
With limbs robust, and voice that stuns:
But you have molded them a-fresh,
Remov'd the tough fuperfluous flesh,
Taught them to modulate their tongues,
And speak without the help of lungs.
Proteus on you beftow'd the boon
To change your visage like the moon;
You fometimes half a face produce,
Keep t'other half for private use.
How fam'd thy conduct in the fight
With Hermes, fon of Pleias bright!
Out-number'd, half encompass'd round,
You ftrove for ev'ry inch of ground;
Then, by a foldierly retreat,
Retir'd to your imperial feat.
The victor, when your fteps he trac'd,
Found all the realms before him waste:
You o'er the high triumphal arch
Pontifick made your glorious march;
The wond'rous arch behind you fell,
And left a chafm profound as hell :
You, in your capitol fecur'd,
A fiege as long as Troy endur'd.
PASTORAL.
OON as Glumdalclitch mifs'd her pleafing care,
She wept, the blubber'd, and fhe tore her
No British miss fincerer grief has known,
Her squirrel miffing, or her fparrow flown.
She furl'd her fampler, and hawl'd in her thread,
And ftuck her needle into Grildrig's bed;
Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let
fall
Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall.
In peals of thunder now the roars, and now
She gently whimpers like a lowing cow ;
Yet lovely in her forrow ftill appears:
Her locks difhevell'd, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of fome rich swain,
When from the thatch drips fast a show'r of
rain.
In vain fhe fearch'd each cranny of the house, Each gaping chink, impervious to a mouse. "Was it for this (fhe cry'd) with daily care "Within thy reach I fet the vinegar, "And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, "While pepper-water worms thy bait fupply'd;
"Wheretwin'd the filver eel around thy hook, "And all the little monfters of the brook! "Sure in that lake he dropt; my Grilly's "drown'd!"
She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found. "Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy "boast;
"But little creatures enterprise the most. Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw,
Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at ❝taw,
"Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding flew; "Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you. Why did I truft thee with that giddy
"Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in court tricks, that money-loving
"To fome lord's daughter fold the living toy, "Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, “As children tear the wings of flies away.
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