XIII.

Britannia's veffel, which in ANNA's reign,

And prudent pilotry, enjoys

The tempest which the world destroys,

And rides triumphant o'er the subject main.
O may fhe foon a quiet harbour gain!

And fure the promis'd hour is come,
When in foft notes the peaceful lyre
Shall ftill the trumpet and the drum,
Shall play what gods and men defire,
And ftrike Bellona's mufick dumb:

When War, by parents curs'd, fhall quit the field,
Unbuckle his bright helmet, and, to reft
His weary'd limbs, fit on his idle shield,
With fears of honour plow'd upon his breast.
But if the Gallic Pharaoh's ftubborn heart
Grows fresh for punishment, and hardens ftill;
Prepar'd for th' irrecoverable ill,

And forc'd by'unwilling fkies to act the laft ungrateful part,
Thy forces, ANNA, like a flood, fhall whelm
(If heav'n does scepter'd innocence maintain)
His famifh'd defolated realm;

And all the fons of Pharamond in vain

(Who with dishoneft envy fee

The sweet forbidden fruits of diftant liberty)

Shall curfe their Salic law, and with a female reign.

XIV. A female

XIV.

A female reign like thine,
O ANNA, British heroine !

To thee afflicted empires fly for aid,
Where'er tyrannick ftandards are difplay'd,
From the wrong'd Iber to the threaten'd Rhine.
Thee, where the golden-fanded Tagus flows
Beneath fair Ulyffippo's walls,

The frighted Lufitanian calls;

Thee they who drink the Seine, with those
Who plow Iberian fields, implore,

To give the lab'ring world repose,
And univerfal peace restore:

Thee, Gallia; mournful to furvive the fate
Of her fall'n grandeur and departed state;
By fad experience taught to own,
That virtue is a noble way to rife,
A furer paffage to the skies,
Than Pelion upon Offa thrown :
For they, who impiously presume
To grasp at heav'n, by Jove's eternal doom,
A prey to thunder shall become;

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Or, fent in Ætna's fiery caves to groan,

Gain but an higher fall, a mountain for their tomb.

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The old name of Lisbon, faid to be built by Ulyffes. One of the mountains where Jupiter lodged the giants.

VOL. I.

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TOWNE CLOGUES.

By the Right Hon. L. M. W. M.

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MONDAY:

ROXANA, or, the Drawing-Room. OXANA from the court retiring late, Sigh'd her foft forrows at St. JAMES's gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breaft, Not her own chairmen with more weight oppress'd; They groan the cruel load they doom'd to bear; She in these gentle founds exprefs'd her care. "Was it for this, that I these roses wear, "For this new-fet the jewels for my hair ? "Ah! princefs! with what zeal have I purfu'd! "Almost forgot the duty of a prude.

"Thinking I never cou'd attend too foon,

"I've mifs'd my prayers, to get me dress'd by noon.

"For

For thee, ah! what for thee did I refign? * My pleasures, paffions, all that that e'er was mine. "I facrific'd both modefty and ease,

"Left operas, and went to filthy plays; "Double entendres shock'd my tender ear, "Yet even this for thee I chose to bear. "In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay, "And every joy of life before me lay, "By honour prompted, and by pride restrain'd, "The pleasures of the young my soul disdain'd: "Sermons I fought, and with a mein severe "Cenfur'd my neighbours, and faid daily pray❜r. "Alas! how chang'd!-with the fame fermon-mein "That once I pray'd, the What-d'ye-call❜t I've seen. "Ah! cruel princefs, for thy fake I've loft "That reputation which fo dear had coft: "I, who avoided every publick place, "When bloom and beauty bade me fhów my "Now near thee conftant ev'ry night abide "With never-failing duty by thy fide, 66 Myfelf and daughters standing on a row, "To all the foreigners a goodly show! "Oft had your drawing-room been fadly thin, "And merchants' wives close by the chair been seen;

"Had not I amply fill'd the empty space,

face

"And fav'd your highness from the dire difgrace.
"Yet COQUETILLA's artifice prevails,
"When all my merit and my duty fails:

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That

"That COQUETILLA, whofe deluding airs
"Corrupts our virgins, and our youth enfnares;
"So funk her character, so lost her fame,
"Scarce vifited before your highness came:
"Yet for the bed-chamber 'tis her you chufe,
"When Zeal and Fame and Virtue you refufe.
"Ah! worthy choice! not one of all your
train
"Whom cenfure blafts not, and dishonours ftain.
"Let the nice hind now fuckle dirty pigs,

"And the proud pea-hen hatch the cuckoo's eggs!
"Let IRIS leave her paint and own her age,
"And grave SUFFOLKA wed a giddy page!
"A greater miracle is daily view'd,

"A virtuous princess with a court so lewd.

"I know thee, Court! with all thy treach'rous wiles, "Thy falfe careffes and undoing fmiles!

"Ah! princess, learn'd in all the courtly arts
"To chear our hopes, and yet to gain our hearts!

Large lovely bribes are the great statesman's aim ; "And the neglected patriot follows fame. "The prince is ogled; fome the king pursue; "But your ROXANA only follows You. 66 Defpis'd ROXANA, cease, and try to find "Some other, fince the princefs proves unkind; "Perhaps it is not hard to find at court, "If not a greater, a more firm support."

TUESDAY.