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THE SPLENDID SHILLING. Happy the man, who void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain New oysters cry'd, nor sighs for cheerful ale ; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie, or Town-hall repairs: Where, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames, Cloe or Phyllis, he each circling glass Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping penury surrounds, And hunger, sure attendant upon want, With scanty offals, and small acid tiff, (Wretched repast !) my meagre corpse sustain ; Then solitary walk, or doze at home In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black As winter-chimney, or well polish'd jet, Exhale mundungus, ill perfuming scent : Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size, Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree, Sprung from Cadwallador and Arthur, kings Full famous in romantic tale) when he O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Upon a cargo of fam’d Cestrian cheese, High overshadowing rides, with a design To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, Or Maridunum, or the ancient town Yclept Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil ! Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie With Massic, Setin, or renown's Falern.
Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With looks demure, and silent pace, a dun, Horrible monster, hated by gods and men ! To my aerial citadel ascends. With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd, Confounded, to the dark recess I fly Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) My tongue forgets her faculty of speech ; So horrible he seems! His faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints, Disastrous acts forbode; in his right hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, With characters and figures dire inscribid,
Grievous to mortal eyes ; (ye gods, avert
Beware ye debtors! when ye walk, beware,
So pass my days. But, when nocturnal shades
Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose:
Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force But if a slumber haply does invade
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, My weary limbs, my fancy, still awake,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship, Tipples imaginary pots of ale,
Long sail'd secure, or through th' Ægean deep, In vain; awake I find the settled thirst
Or the Ionian, till cruising near
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd, On Scylla, or Charybdis (dangerous rocks !)
So fierce a shock unable to withstand, Nor walnut in rough-furrow'd coat secure,
Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay;
The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage Aflictions great! yet greater still remain : Resistless, overwhelming ; horrors seize My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The mariners ; death in their eyes appears; (pray: The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts
They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they By time subdued (what will not time subdue :) (Vain efforts!) still the battering waves rush in, An horrid chasm disclose with orifice
Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam, Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds
The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss.
HALIFAX-A. D. 1661-1715.
THE MAN OF HONOUR. OCCASION ED BY A POSTSCRIPT OF PENN'S LETTER. Not all the threats or favour of a crown, A prince's whisper, or a tyrant's frown, Can awe the spirit, or allure the mind, Of him, who to strict honour is inclin'd. Though all the pomp and pleasure that does wait On public places, and affairs of state, Should fondly court him to be base and great ; With even passions, and with settled face, He would remove the harlot's false embrace.
Though all the storms and tempests should arise, That church-magicians in their cells advise, And from their settled basis nations tear, He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear; Secure in innocence contemn them all, And decently array'd in honours fall.
For this, brave Shrewsbury and Lumley's name Shall stand the foremost in the list of fame; Who first with steady minds the current broke, And to the suppliant monarch boldly spoke; “ Great Sir, renown'd for constancy, how just Hare we obey'd the crown, and serv'd our trust, Espous'd your cause and interest in distress, Yourself must witness, and our foes confess! Permit us then ill fortune to accuse, That you at last unhappy councils use, And ask the only thing we must refuse. Our lives and fortunes freely we'll expose, Honour alone we cannot, must not lose ; Honour, that spark of the celestial fire, That above nature makes mankind aspire ; Enpobles the rude passions of our frame With thirst of glory, and desire of fame; The richest treasure of a generous breast, That gives the stamp and standard to the rest. Wit, strength, and courage, are wild dangerous
force, Unless this softens and directs their course; And would you rob us of the noblest part? Accept a sacrifice without a heart? 'Tis much beneath the greatness of a throue To take the casket when the jewel's gone ; Debauch our principles, corrupt our race, And teach the nobles to be false and base: What confidence can you in them repose, Who, ere they serve you, all their value lose ? Who once enslave their conscience to their lust, Have lost their reins, and can no more be just.
" Of honour, men at first like women vice, Raise maiden scruples at unpractis’d vice; Their modest nature curbs the struggling flame,
And stifles what they wish to act with shame.
force, Could they oppose to stop the torrent's course ?
“ Then Pembroke, then the nobles firmly stood, Free of their lives, and lavish of their blood; But, when your orders to mean ends decline, With the same constancy they all resign."
Thus spake the youth, who open'd first the way, And was the phosph'rus to the dawning day; Follow'd by a more glorious splendid host, Than any age, or any realm can boast : So great their fame, so numerous their train, To name were endless, and to praise in vain; But Herbert and great Oxford merit more ; Bold is their fight, and more sublime they soar ; So high their virtue as yet wants a name, Exceeding wonder, and surpassing fame. Rise, glorious church, erect thy radiant head ; The storm is past, th' impending tempest fed ; Had fate decreed thy ruin or disgrace, It had not given such sons, so brave a race. When for destruction Heaven a realm designs, The symptoms first appear in slavish minds. These men would prop a sinking nation's weight, Stop falling vengeance, and reverse ev'n fate. Let other nations boast their fruitful soil, Their fragrant spices, their rich wine and oil ; In breathing colours, and in living paint, Let them excel; their mastery we grant. But to instruct the mind, to arm the soul With virtue which no dangers can controul, Exalt the thought, a speedy courage lend, That horror cannot shake, or pleasure bend; These are the English arts, these we profess,
WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE
To be the same in misery and success ;
KIT-CAT CLUB, 1703.
Duchess of St. Alban's. When kings commit to hungry priests the scale ?
The line of Vere, so long renown'd in arms, All merit's light when they dispose the weight,
Concludes with lustre in St. Alban's charms. Who either would embroil or rule the state; Defame those heroes who their yoke refuse,
Her conquering eyes have made their race complete;
They rose in valour, and in beauty set.
Duchess of Beaufort.
Offspring of a tuneful sire,
Blest with more than mortal fire ;
Likeness of a mother's face,
Blest with more than mortal grace ;
You with double charms surprise,
With his wit, and with her eyes. Of native value, and exactest mould,
Lady Mary Churchill. By worth conceal’d, in private closets shine,
Fairest and latest of the beauteous race, [face; For vulgar use too precious and too fine ;
Blest with your parents' wit, and her first blooming Whilst tin and copper with new stamping bright, Born with our liberties in William's reign, Coin of base metal, counterfeit and light,
Your eyes alone that liberty restrain. Do all the business of the nation's turn,
Duchess of Richmond. Rais'd in contempt, us'd and employ'd in scorn.
Of two fair Richmonds different ages boast, So shining virtues are for courts too bright,
Their's was the first, and our's the brightest toast ; Whose guilty actions fly the searching light: Rich in themselves, disdaining to aspire,
Th'adorers offerings prove who's most divine, Great without pomp, they willingly retire ;
They sacrific'd in water, we in wine. Give place to fools, whose rash misjudging sense
Lady Sunderland. Increases the weak measures of their prince ;
All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear, They blindly and implicitly run on,
Bright as her eyes, and as her reason clear: Nor see those dangers which the others shun: Yet still their force, to men not safely known, Who slow to act, each business duly weigh,
Seems undiscover'd to herself alone. Advise with freedom, and with care obey ;
Mademoiselle Spanheime. With wisdom fatal to their interest, strive
Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France, To make their monarch lov'd, and nation thrive.
Your charms to brighter glory here advance; Such have no place where priests and women reign, The stubborn Britons own your beauty's claim, Who love fierce drivers, and a looser rein.
And with their native toasts enrol your name.
A health to poets! all their days
Now bring the weapon, yonder blade,
How like the son of Jove I stand,
But hold, before I close the scene,
Rent from the corpse, on yonder pin,
“ This trophy from the Python won,
Bring Homer, Virgil, Tasso near,
Come, bind the victim,--there he lies,
The goblet in my hand I take,
AN ALLEGORY ON MAN. A thoughtful being long and spare, Our race of mortals call him Care (Were Homer living, well he knew What name the gods had call'd him too), With fine mechanic genius wrought, And lov'd to work, though no one bought.