ODE To SIR ELIJAH IMPEY. Eli, vetusto nobilis a Lamo, Quando et priores hinc Lamias ferunt ELI-JAH, noblest of the race Of IMPS*, from whom the IMPEYS trace, If common fame says true, Their origin; and that they found Their claim on just and solid ground, You, who could post mine hundred miles, Possess'd of dangerous treasure; In quest of health and pleasure: And all because the jealous JOVE† * MILTON makes honourable mention of the founder of the family: "Fit vessel, fittest Imp of Fraud." Paradise Lost, b. IX. It may be observed, in proof of the descent, as well as to the credit of the present Representative, that he has not degenerated from the characteristic "obliquity" of his Ancestor. + Late Tyrannus. The venom of his reign; On which, to minds of light esteem, Soon✶ on your head, from yon dark sky, Then arm against the rude attack, *Demissa tempestas ab Euro- + See Declaration of Sir E. I† DEMPSTER. offered to the House by Mr. SONG. To the Tune of "LET THE SULTAN SALADIN," RICHARD CŒUR DE LION. I. LET great GEORGE his porkers bilk, Every King must have his way; II. BILLY PITT delights to prose, Never kissing night nor day: Every, child must have its way; True joy is drinking. III. You too, HASTINGS, know your trade! Governors will have their way;. To the Tune of "A COELER THERE WAS, &c." YE boobies of Britain, who lately thought fit The care of the state to a child to commit, Pray how do you like your young Minister's budget? Should he take your last farthing, you never can grudge it. Derry down, &c. A tax on your heads!—there'd be justice in that, So let every ENGLISHMAN throw up his beaver, Derry down, &c. Not being much favour'd with female applauses, Derry down, &c. |