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What's not destroy'd by Time's devouring hand ?
Where's Troy, and where's the may-pole in the Strand ?
Pease, cabbages, and turnips once grew, where
Now ftands New Bond-street, and a newer square ;
Such piles of buildings now rise up and down,
London itself seems going out of town. ,
Our fathers cross’d from Fulham in a wherry,
Their sons enjoy a bridge at Putney-ferry.
Think we that modern words eternal are?
Toupet and Tompion, Cofins, and Colmar
Hereafter will be calld, by some plain man,
A wig, a watch, a pair of stays, a fan.
To things themselves if Time such change affords,
Can there be any trusting to our words ?
*To screen good ministers from public rage,
And how with party madness to engage,
We learn from Addison's immortal page.
The Jacobite's ridiculous opinion
Is seen from Tickell's letter to Avignon.
* Res geftæ regumque ducumque, & triftia bella
Quo fcribi poffent numero, monftravit Homerus.
Verfibus impariter junctis querimonia primum,
Poft etiam inclusa est voti sententia compos.
Quis tamen exiguos elegos emiserit auctor,
Grammatici certant, & adhuc sub judice lis eft.
But who puts Caleb's Country-Craftsman out,
Is still a secret, and the world's in doubt.
& Not long since parish clerks, with saucy airs,
Apply'd king David's psalms to state affairs.
Some certain tunes to politics belong,
On both sides drunkards love a party-song.
" If full across the Speaker's chair I go,
Can I be said the rules o'th' House to know?
I'll ask, nor give offence without intent,
Nor through mere sheepishness be impudent.
i In acts of Parliament avoid sublime,
Nor e’er address his Majesty in rhyme ;
An Act of Parliament's a serious thing,
Begins with year of Lord and year of King;
Keeps close to form, in every word is strict,
When it would pains and penalties inflict.
Soft words suit best petitioners' intent;
Soft words, O ye petitioners of Kent !
* Whoe’er harangues before he gives his vote,
Should send sweet language from a tuneful throat.
Pultney the coldest breast with zeal can fire,
And Roman thoughts by Attic stile inspire ;
He knows from tedious wranglings to beguile
The serious house into a cheerful smile ;
When the great patriot paints his anxious fears
For England's safety, I am lost in tears.
But when dull speakers strive to move compassion,
I pity their poor hearers, not the nation :
Unless young members to the purpose keep,
I fall a laughing, or I fall asleep.
* Can men their inward faculties controul ? Is not the tongue an index to the soul ?
Laugh not in time of service to your God,
Nor bully, when in custody oth’ rod;
Look grave, and be from jokes and grinning far,
When brought to sue for pardon at the bar :
If then you let your ill-tim’d wit appear,
Knights, citizens, and burgeffes will freer.
m For land, or trade, not the fame notions fire The city-merchant, and the country-'squire ; Their climes are distant, though one caufe unites The lairds of Scotland, and the Cornish knights.
* To likelihood your characters confine ;
Don't turn Sir Paul out, let Sir Paul resign.
In Walpole's voice (if factions ill intend)
Give the two universities a friend;
Give Maidstone wit, and elegance refin’d;
To both the Pelhams give the Scipio's mind;
To Cart’ret learning, eloquence, and parts ;
To George the second, give all English hearts.
Sometimes fresh names in politics produce,
And fačtions yet unheard of introduce;
And if you dare attempt a thing fo new,
Make to itself the Aying squadron true.
? To speak is free, no member is debarr'd;
But funds and national accounts are hard :
Safer on common topics to discourse,
The malt-tax, and a military force.
On these each coffee-house will lend a hint,
Besides a thousand things that are in print.
But steal not word for word, nor thought for thought,
For you'll be teaz'd to death, if you are caught.
When factious leaders boast increasing strength,
Go not too far, nor follow every length:
Leave room for change, turn with a grace about,
And swear you left 'em, when you found 'em out.
• Si quid inexpertum scenæ committis, & audes
Personam formare novam, servetur ad imum
Qualis ab incepto processerit, & fibi conftet.
P Difficile est proprie communia dicere : tuque.
Rectius Iliacum carmen deducis in actus,
Quam fi proferres ignota indictaque primus.
Publica materies privati juris erit, fi
Nec circa vilem patulumque moraberis orbem;
Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere fidus
Interpres ; nec desilies imitator in arctum,
Unde pedem proferre pudor vetet, aut operis, lex,