The toad a jewel in his head containsProve we the rich production of my brains! Nor will I court, with humble plea, Th' Aonian Maids to inspire my wit: One mortal girl is worth the Nine to me;The prudes of Pindus I resign to Pitt. His be the classic art, which I despise ;THURLOW on Nature, and himself relies. III. 'Tis mine to keep the conscience of the King; To me, each secret of his heart is shown: For Rockingham he mourn'd, at Windsor with the Queen! IV. His bounty, too, be mine to praise, Myself th' example of my lays, A Teller in reversion I; And unimpair'd I vindicate my place, The chosen subject of peculiar grace, Hallow'd from hands of Burke's economy: For so his royal word my Sovereign gave ; To Cardiff, and to Sondes, their posts could save. That chastity, above his glory dear; + But Hervey frowning, pulls my ear, Such praise, she swears, were satire from my tongue. V. Fir'd at her voice, I grow prophane, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain! While on the foes of George I roll Like Balaam's ass, were he inspir'd to speak, 'Twere vain! resolved I go to curse my Prince's foes. * I cannot here with-hold my particular acknowledgments to my virtuous young friend, Mr. Pitt, for the noble manner in which he contended, on the subject of my reversion, that the most religious observance must be paid to the Royal promise. As I am personally the more obliged to him, as in the case of the Auditors of the Imprest the other day, he did not think it necessary to shew any regard whatever to a Royal Patent. I originally wrote this line, But Hervey frowning, as she hears, &c. It was altered as it now stands, by my d--mn'd Bishop of a brother, for the sake of an allusion to Virgil. -Cynthius aurem Velit, et admonuit. VI. "Begin! Begin!" fierce Hervey cries, See the Whigs, how they rise! What petitions present! How teize and torment! D-mn their bloods, d-inn their hearts, d-mn their Behold yon sober band Each his notes in his hand; The witnesses they, whom I brow-beat in vain; Unconfus'd they remain. Oh! d-mn their bloods again; Give the curses due To the factious crew! eyes. Lo! Wedgewood too waves his * Pitt-pots on high! Be Wedgewood d-mn'd, and double d-mn'd his ware. D-mn Portland's mild worth; D-mn Devon the good, Double d-mn all his name; D-mn Fitzwilliam's blood, Heir of Rockingham's fame; D-mn Sheridan's wit, The terror of Pitt; D-mn Loughb'rough, my plague-wou'd his bagpipe were split! I am told, that a scoundrel of a Potter, one Mr. Wedgewood, is making 10,000 vile utensils, with a figure of Mr. Pitt in the bottom; round the head is to be a motto, We will spit, On Mr. Pitt, And other such d-mn'd ryhmes, suited to the uses of the different vessels. 1 D-mn Derby's long scroll, Fill'd with names to the brims: D-mn his limbs, d-mn his soul, Hark! Carlisle chimes in ; D-mn them; d-mn all their partners of their sin; Y NUMBER XVII. IRREGULAR ODE FOR MUSIC, By the Rev. DR. PRETTYMAN. The Notes (except those wherein Latin is concerned) by Joun ROBINSON, Esq. RECITATIVE, by Double Voices. *HAIL to the LYAR! whose all-persuasive strain, Wak'd by the master-touch of art, And prompted by th' inventive brain, + Winds its sly way into the easy heart. Hail to the LYAR!] It was suggested to me, that my friend the Doctor had here followed the example of Voltaire, in deviating from common orthography.Lyar, instead of Lyre, he conceives to be a reading of peculiar elegance in the present instance, as it puts the reader in suspence between an inanimate and a living instrument. However, for my own part, I am rather of opinion, that this seeming mis-spelling arose from the Doctor's following the same well-known circumspection which he exercised in the case of Mr. Wedge. wood, and declining to give his Ode under his hand; preferring to repeat it to Mr. Delpini's Amanuensis, who very probably may have committed that, and similar errors in orthography. Winds its sly way, &c.] A line taken in great part from Milton. The whole passage (which it may not be unpleasing to recall to the recollection of the reader) has been closely imitated by my friend Prettyman, in a forme work. ❝I, under fair pretence of friendly ends, "And well-placed words of glozing courtesy, "Baited with reasons not unplausible, "Wind me into the easy-hearted man, "And hug him into snares." COMUS. |