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LADY CARLISLE.

ARLISLE's a name can every Mufe infpire; To Carlile fill the glafs, and tune the lyre. With his lov'd bays the God of Day shall crown A wit and luftre equal to his own.

THE SAME.

AT once the Sun and Carlisle took their way,
To warm the frozen north, and kindle day;
The flowers to both their glad creation ow'd,
Their virtues he, their beauties fhe bestow'd.

LADY ESSEX.

THE braveft hero, and the brightest dame,
From Belgia's happy clime Britannia drew;
One pregnant cloud we find does often frame
The awful thunder, and the gentle dew.

THE SAME.

To Effex fill the fprightly wine;
The health 's engaging and divine.
Let pureft odours fcent the air,
And wreaths of rofes bind our hair :
In her chafte lips thefe blufhing lie,
And thofe her gentle fighs fupply.

LADY HYDE.

THE God of Wine grows jealous of his art,
He only fires the head, but Hyde the heart.
The Queen of Love looks on, and fmiles to fee
A nymph more mighty than a deity.

ON LADY HYDE IN CHILD-BED.

HYDE, though in agonies, her graces keeps,

A thousand charms the nymph's complaints adorn; In tears of dew fo mild Aurora weeps,

But her bright offspring is the chearful morn.

LADY WHARTON.

WHEN Jove to Ida did the gods invite,
And in immortal toafting pafs'd the night,
With more than nectar he the banquet blefs'd,
For Wharton was the Venus of the feast.

PROLOGUE

T

PROLOGUE,

DESIGNED FOR

TAMERLAN E.

O-DAY a mighty hero comes, to warm

Your curdling blood, and bid you, Britons, arm.
To valour much he owes, to virtue more;
He fights to fave, and conquers to restore.

He ftrains no texts, nor makes dragoons perfuade;
He likes religion, but he hates the trade.
Born for mankind, they by his labour live;
Their property is his prerogative.

His fword deftroys lefs than his mercy faves,
And none, except his paffions, are his flaves.
Such, Britons, is the prince that you poffefs,
In council greatest, and in camps no lefs:
Brave, but not cruel; wife, without deceit ;
Born for an age curs'd with a Bajazet.
But you, difdaining to be too fecure,
Afk his protection, and yet grudge his power.
With you a monarch's right is in dispute ;
Who give fupplies, are only absolute.

Britons, for fhame! your factious feuds decline,
Too long you 've labour'd for the Bourbon line:
Affert loft rights, an Auftrian prince alone
Is born to nod upon a Spanish throne.
A cause no less could on great Eugene call;
Steep Alpine rocks require an Hannibal :

He shows you your lost honour to retrieve;

Our troops will fight, when once the fenate give..
Quit your cabals and factions, and in fpite
Of Whig and Tory in this caufe unite.
One vote will then fend Anjou back to France;
There let the meteor end his airy dance :
Elfe to the Mantuan foil he may repair,
Ev'n abdicated gods were Latium's care,

At worst, he 'll find some Cornish borough here.

PR 0

LOGUE

TO THE

MUSICK-MEETING IN YORK-BUILDINGS.

WHERE mufick and more powerful beauties reign,

Who can fupport the pleasure, and the pain?

Here their foft magick those two Syrens try,

And if we liften, or but look, we die.

Why fhould we then the wondrous tales admire,
Of Orpheus' numbers, or Amphion's lyre;
Of walls erected by harmonious skill,

How mountains mov'd, and rapid ftreams ftood still!
Behold this fcene of beauty, and confefs

The wonder greater, and the fiction lefs.
Like human victims here we ftand decreed

To worship thofe bright altars where we bleed.
Who braves his fate in fields, muft tremble here
Triumphant Love more vaffals makes than Fear.

No

No faction homage to the fair denies;
The right divine's apparent in their eyes.

That empire's fix'd, that 's founded in defire;
Thofe flames, the veftals guard, can ne'er expire.

PROLOGUE

то

THE CORNISH SQUIRE,

W

A COMEDY.

HO dares not plot in this good-natur'd age ?Each place is privileg'd except the stage; There the dread phalanx of reformers come, Sworn foes to wit, as Carthage was to Rome; Their ears fo fanctify'd, no fcenes can pleafe, But heavy hymns, or penfive homilies: Truths, plainly told, their tender nature wound,' · Young rakes muft, like old patriarchs, expound; The painted punk the profelyte must play, And bawds, like fille-devotes, procure and How nature is inverted! foon you'll fee Senates unanimous, and fects agree, Jews at extortion rail, and Monks at mystery. Let characters be reprefented true,

pray.

An airy Sinner makes an aukward Prue,
With force and fitting freedom vice arraign;
Though pulpits flatter, let the ftage fpeak plain.

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