A Portrait, at my Lord's command, For dabblers in the nice Vertu After After remonftrance made in vain, The Connoiffeurs depart in hafte, A Witch, that from her ebon chair, Could hurl deftruction thro' the air, Or, at her all commanding will, Make the tumultuous ocean fill: (As the recording Druids tell) Pluck'd the round moon, whose radiant light Silver'd the fober noon of night, Give me, the Goddefs cry'd, a caufe, I'm, I'm, fays the Witch, feverely croft, Know that my fav'rite Squirrel's loft: Search for I'll have creation torn, If he's not found before the morn. Soon as the impious charge was giv'nFrom the tremendous ftores of heaven, JOVE with a bolt-revengeful !-red! Struck the detefted monfter dead. If there are flaves to pity blind, With power enough to plague mankind, That for their own nefarious ends, Tread upon Freedom and her Friends, Let 'em beware the WITCH's fate! When their prefumption's at the height, JOVE will his angry powers affume, And the curs'd mifcreants meet their doom. REPUTATION: - REPUTATION: An ALLEGORY. 10 travel far as the wide world extends, Seeking for objects that deferv'd their care, Virtue fet forth, with two selected friends, Talent refin'd, and Reputation fair. As they went on, in their intended round, Talent first spoke, "My gentle comrades, say, "Where each of you may probably be found, "Should Accident divide us on the way. "If torn (fhe added) from my lov'd allies, "A friendly patronage I hope to find, "Where the fine arts from cultivation rife, "And the sweet mufe hath harmoniz'd man"kind." Says Virtue, "Did Sincerity appear, "Or meek-ey'd Charity among the great; "Could I find courtiers from corruption clear, "'Tis among these I'd seek for my retreat. "Could |