* Not unlike paintings, principles appear, Some best at diftance, fome when we are near. The love of politics fo vulgar's grown,

My landlord's party from his fign is known:
Mark of French wine, fee Ormond's head appear,
While Marlb'rough's face directs to beer and beer;
Some Buchanan's, the Pope's head fome like best,
The Devil tavern is a standing jest.

a Whoe'er you are that have a seat secure,
Duly return'd, and from petition sure,
Stick to your friends in whatsoe'er you say ;
fay;
With strong averfion fhun the middle-way;
The middle-way the best we sometimes call,
But 'tis in politics no way at all.

A Trimmer's what both parties turn to fport,
By country hated, and defpis'd at court.
Who would in earneft to a party come,
Must give his vote not whimsical, but plumb.

Ut pictura Poëfis erit; quæ, fi propius ftes,
Te capiet magis: & quædam, fi longius abftes.
Hæc amat obfcurum, volet hæc fub luce videri ;
Hæc placuit femel, hæc decies repetita placebit.
O major juvenum-hoc tibi dictum

Tolle memor, certis medium & tolerabile rebus
Recte concedi-

-Mediocribus effe Poëtis

Non homines, non Dii, non conceffêre columnæ.

There

There is no medium; for the term in vogue,

On either fide is, honeft man, or rogue.
Can it be difficult our minds to fhew,

Where all the difference is, yes, or no?

* In all profeffions, time and pains give skill;
Without hard study dare physicians kill?
Can he that ne'er read ftatutes or reports,
Give chamber counfel, or urge law in courts?
But every whipster knows affairs of state,
Nor fears on niceft fubjects to debate.

A knight of eighteen hundred pounds a year--
Who minds his head, if his estate be clear?
Sure he may speak his mind, and tell the house,
He matters not the government a louse.
Lack-learning knights, these things are fafely faid
To friends in private, at the Bedford-head;
But in the house, before your tongue runs on,
Confult fir James, lord William's dead and gone.

Sic animis natum inventumque Poëma juvandis,
Si paulum a fummo deceffit, vergit ad imum.
Ludere qui nefcit, campeftribus abstinet armis :
Indoctufque pilæ, difcive, trochive, quiefcit,
Ne fpiffe rifum tollant impunè coronæ;
Qui nefcit, verfus tamen audet fingere..

Quid ni?

Liber & ingenuus, præfertim cenfus equeftrem

Summam nummorum, vitioque remotus ab omni,

Words

Words to recall is in no member's power,
One fingle word may send you to the Tower.

• The wrong'd to help, the lawless to restrain,
Thrice every year in ancient Egbert's reign,
The members to the Mitchelgemot went,
In after-ages call'd the Parliament;
Early the Mitchelgemot did begin

T'inroll their statutes on a parchment skin:
For impious treason hence no room was left,
For murder, for polygamy, or theft:

Since when the fenate's power both sexes know
From hops and claret, foap and callico.
Now wholsome laws young fenator's bring in
'Gainft goals, attorneys, bribery, and gin.
Since fuch the nature of the British state,
The power of parliament fo old and great,

Membranis intus pofitis, delere licebit
Quod non edideris: nefcit vox missa reverti.
Sylveftres homines facer interprefque Deorum
Cædibus & victu fœdo deterruit Orpheus.

Fuit hæc fapientia quondam,

Publica privatis fecernere, facra profanis :
Concubitu prohibere vago, dare jura maritis;
Oppida moliri, leges incidere ligno.

Dicæ per carmina fortes,

Et vitæ monftrata via eft, & gratia regum
Pieriis tentata modis: ludufque repertus

Et longorum operum finis:

ne forte pudori Sit tibi Mufa lyræ folers, & cantor Apollo.

VOL. I.

X

Ye

Ye 'fquires and Irish lords, 'tis worth your care
To be return'd for city, town, or shire,

By sheriff, bailiff, constable, or mayor.

d

a Some doubt, which to a feat has best pretence, A man of substance, or a man of sense:

But never any member feats will do,
Without a head-piece and a pocket too;
Sense is requir'd the depth of things to reach,
And money gives authority to fpeech.

* A man of bus'ness won't 'till evening dine, Abftains from women, company, and wine: From Fig's new theatre he'll miss a night, Though cocks, and bulls, and Irish women fight: Nor fultry fun, nor ftorms of foaking rain, The man of bus'nefs from the house detain:

Nor speaks he for no reason but to fay,

I am a member, and I spoke to-day.

d Natura fieret laudabile carmen, an arte,
Quæfitum eft; ego nec ftudium fine divite venâ,
Nec rude quid profit video ingenium : alterius fic

e

Altera pofcit opem res, & conjurat amice.

Qui ftudet optatam curfu contingere metam,

Multa tulit fecitque puer; fudavit & alfit,
Abftinuit venere & vino.-

Nunc fatis eft dixiffe, Ego mira poëmata pango:
Occupet extremum fcabies, mihi turpe relinqui eft,
Et, quod non didici, fane nefcire fateri.

I speak fometimes, you'll hear his lordship cry,
Because fome speak that have less sense than I.

f The man that has both land and money too,
May wonders in a trading borough do:
They'll praise his ven'fon, and commend his port,
Turn their two former members into sport,
And, if he likes it, fatirize the court.

But at a feast 'tis difficult to know

From real friends an undiscover'd foe;
The man that fwears he will the poll fecure,
And pawns his foul that your election's fure,
Suspect that man: beware, all is not right,
He's ten to one a corporation-bite.

Alderman Pond, a downright honeft man,
Would fay, I cannot help you, or I can:

f Affentatores jubet ad lucrum ire Poëta,
Dives agris, dives pofitis in fœnore nummis.
Si vero eft unctum qui recte ponere poffit,
Et fpondere levi pro paupere, & eripere atris
Litibus implicitum, mirabor, fi fciet inter-
nofcere mendacem verumque beatus amicum.
Tu feu donaris, feu quid donare voles cui,
Nolito ad verfus tibi factos ducere plenum
Lætitiæ: clamabit enim, Pulchre, bene, recte !
fi carmina condes,

Nunquam te fallant animi sub vulpe latentes.
Quintilio fi quid recitares, corrige, fodes,
Hoc, aiebat, & hoc : melius te poffe negares,
Bis terque expertum fruftra, delere jubebat.
Si defendere delictum, quam vertere, malles,