THE

FAIR STRANGER",

SONG.

I.

HAPPY and free, fecurely bleft,
No beauty could disturb my reft;
My amorous heart was in defpair,
To find a new victorious fair.

II.

Till you defcending on our plains,
With foreign force renew my chains;
Where now you rule without controul
The mighty fovereign of my

foul.

This fong is a compliment to the Dutchefs of Portsmouth

on her first coming to England.

DERRICK

III.

Your fmiles have more of conquering charms,
Than all your native country arms:
Their troops we can expel with ease,
Who vanquish only when we please.

IV.

But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell,
Who can fee them, and not rebel?
You make us captives by your stay,
Yet kill us if you go away.

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ON THE

YOUNG STATESMEN.

CLARENDON had law and sense,
Clifford was fierce and brave;
Bennet's grave look was a pretence,
And Danby's matchlefs impudence
Help'd to fupport the knave.

But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory,
Thefe will appear fuch chits in ftory,
"Twill turn all politics to jefts,
To be repeated like John Dory,

When fidlers fing at feasts.

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Ver. 6. But Sunderland,] This nobleman had certainly great and various abilities, with a complete verfatility of genius, and a most infinuating addrefs; but he was totally void of all principles, moral or religious, and a much more abandoned character than Shaftesbury, whom it is fo common to calumniate. He certainly urged James II. to purfue arbitrary and illegal meafures, that he intended fhould be his ruin, and betrayed him to the Prince of Orange. The Abbé de Longuerue relates, that Dr. Maffey, of Christ Church, affured him, he once received an order from King James to expel twenty-four ftudents of that college in Oxford, if they did not embrace popery. Maffey, aftonished at the order, was advised by a friend to go to London, and fhew it to the king; who affured him he had never given fuch an order, and commended Maffey for not having obeyed it; yet ftill this infatuated monarch continued to truft Sunderland. Dr. J. WARTON.

Protect us, mighty Providence,

What would thefe madmen have? First, they would bribe us without pence, Deceive us without common fenfe,

And without power enflave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,
Submit to fervile fhame;

Who from confent and custom draw
The fame right to be rul'd by law,

Which kings pretend to reign?

The duke fhall wield his conquering fword,
The chancellor make a speech,

The king shall pass his honeft word,
The pawn'd revenue fums afford,
And then, come kifs my breech.

So have I feen a king on chefs

(His rooks and knights withdrawn, His queen and bishops in diftrefs) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs,

With here and there a pawn.