Gently the waters flowing,

The winds now ceas'd their blowing,
In filence listening to his tuneful lay.
Around the bark's fea-beaten fide,
The facred dolphin play'd,

And sportive dafh'd the briny tide:
The joyous omen foon the bard furvey'd,
Nor fear'd with bolder leap to try the watry way.
On his fcaly back now riding,
O'er the curling billow gliding,
Again with bold triumphant hand

He bade the notes afpire,

Again to joy attun'd the lyre,

Forgot each danger past, and reach'd fecure the land.

N

PAUL to FAZ.

I.

EVER, dear Faz, torment thy brain
With idle fears of France or Spain,

Or any thing that's foreign :

What can Bavaria do to us,

:

What Pruflia's monarch, or the Rufs,

Or e'en prince Charles of Lorrain?

II. Let

II.

Let us be cheerful whilft we can,

And lengthen out the fhort-liv'd fpan,
Enjoying every hour,

The moon itself we fee decay,

Beauty's the worfe for every day,

And fo's the sweetest flower.

III.

How oft, dear Faz, have we been told,
That Paul and Faz are both grown old,
By young and wanton laffes ?
Then, fince our time is now so short,
Let us enjoy the only sport

Of toffing off our glaffes.

IV.

From White's we'll move th' expensive scene,
And steal away to Richmond Green;

There free from noise and riat,

Polly each morn shall fijl our tea,

Spead bread and butter. and then we

Each night get drunk in quiet.

Powell, d'ye hear, let's have the ham,
Some chickens and a chine of lamb.
And what elfe?-let's fee-look ye-

When dinner comes we'll drink about,

No matter who is in, or out,

"Till wine or fleep o'ertake us ;

Each man may nod, or nap, or wink,
And when it is our turn to drink,

Our neighbour then shall wake us.

IX.

Thus let us live in soft retreat,

Nor envy, nor defpife the great,

Submit to pay our taxes ;

With peace or war be well content, 'Till eas'd by a good parliament, 'Till Scroop his hand relaxes. VOL. VI,

R

X. Never

Never enquire about the Rhine;
But fill your glass, and drink your wine;
Hope things may mend in Flanders:
The Dutch we know are good allies,
So are they all with fubfidies,

And we have choice commanders.

XI.

Then here's the King, God bless his grace,
Tho' neither you nor I have place,

He hath many a sage adviser;
And yet no treason's fure in this,
Let who will take the pray'r amifs,

God fend 'em all much wifer.

B

A PANEGYRIC on ALE.

Mea nec Falernæ

Temperant vites, neque Formiani

Pocula colles.

By T. W**

ALM of my cares, fweet folace of my toils,

Hail, juice benignant! o'er the coftly cups

Of riot-ftirring wine, unwholfome draught,
Let Pride's loofe fons prolong the wafteful night:
My fober ev'ning let the tankard blefs,

With toast imbrown'd, and fragrant nutmeg fraught,

HOR.

While

While the rich draught with oft repeated whiffs
Tobacco mild improves: divine repaft!
Where no crude furfeit, or intemperate joys
Of lawless Bacchus reign: but o'er my foul
A calm Lethean creeps: in drowsy trance
Each thought fubfides, and fweet oblivion wraps
My peaceful brain, as if the magic rod
Of leaden Morpheus o'er mine eyes had shed
Its opiate influence. What tho' fore ills
Opprefs, dire want of chill-difpelling coals,
Or cheerful candle, fave the makeweight's gleam
Hap❜ly remaining; heart-rejoicing ale
Cheers the fad fcene, and every want supplies.
Meantime not mindless of the daily task
Of tutor fage, upon the learned leaves
Of deep Smiglecius much I meditate;
While ale infpires, and lends her kindred aid
The thought-perplexing labour to purfue,
Sweet Helicon of logic! But if friends
Congenial call me from the toilfome page,
To pot-house I repair, the facred haunt,
Where, Ale, thy votaries in full resort
Hold rites nocturnal. In capacious chair
Of monumental oak, and antique mould,
That long has stood the rage of conquering Time
Inviolate, (not in more ample feat
Smokes rofy juftice, when th' important caufe,
Whether of henrooft or of mirthful rape,