His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings,
And claps the brood beneath his wings.
The feather'd dupe awakes content,
O'erjoy'd to see what God had sent;
Think's he's the hen, clocks, keeps a pother,
A foolish foster-father-mother.

Such, Lady Mary, are your tricks ;
But since you hatch pray own your chicks.

THE ELEPHANT; OR, THE PARLIAMENT

MAN.

WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE.

TAKEN FROM COKE'S INSTITUTES.

ERE bribes convince you whom to choose,

The precepts of Lord Coke peruse :

Observe an Elephant, says he,

And let like him your member be:
First, take a man that's free from gall;
For elephants have none at all:
In flocks or parties he must keep;
For elephants live just like sheep:
Stubborn in honour he must be;
For elephants ne'er bend the knee:
Last, let his memory be sound,
In which your elephant's profound;
That old examples from the wise
May prompt him in his Noes and Ies.

Thus the Lord Coke hath gravely writ,

In all the form of lawyers wit;

And then with Latin, and all that,
Shows the comparison is pat.

Yet in some points my lord is wrong :
One's teeth are sold and t'other's tongue:
Now men of parliament, God knows,
Are more like elephants of shows,
Whose docile memory and sense
Are turn'd to trick, to gather pence.
To get their master half-a-crown,
They spread their flag, or lay it down:
Those who bore bulwarks on their backs,
And guarded nations from attacks,
Now practise every pliant gesture,
Opening their trunk for every tester.
Siam, for elephants so fam'd,
Is not with England to be nam'd:
Their elephants by men are sold;
Ours sell themselves, and take the gold.

VERSES

TO BE PREFIXED BEFORE BERNARD LINTOT'S

NEW MISCELLANY.

*

[Pope informs us in one of his letters, that this jeu d'esprit was suggested by some lines of his friend Gay, addressed to this emi. nent bibliopolist. With respect to Lintot's Miscellany, the poet informs Mr Pitt, the translator of Virgil, that he had no concern in reviewing or recommending it; and in the same letter he complains of the slovenly manner in which Lintot reprinted his poetry.]

SOME Colinæus † praise, some Bleau, †
Others account them but so so;
Some Plantin to the rest prefer,
And some esteem old Elzevir; †
Others with Aldus ‡ would besot us;
I, for my part, admire Lintottus.-
His character's beyond compare,
Like his own person, large and fair.
They print their names in letters small,
But LINTOT stands in capital:
Author and he with equal grace
Appear, and stare you in the face.

*The Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany.-H.

+ Printers, famous for having published fine editions of the Bible, and of the Greek and Roman classics.-H.

A famous printer.-H.

Stephens prints heathen Greek, 'tis said,
Which some can't construe, some can't read.
But all that comes from Lintot's hand
Ey'n Rawlinson * might understand,
Oft in an Aldus or a Plantin,

A page is blotted, or leaf wanting:
Of Lintot's books this can't be said,
All fair, and not so much as read.
Their copy cost them not a penny
To Homer, Virgil, or to any;
They ne'er gave sixpence for two lines
To them, their heirs, or their assigns:
But Lintot is at vast expense,

And pays prodigious dear for-sense.
Their books are useful but to few,
A scholar, or a wit or two:

Lintot's for gen'ral use are fit;

For some folks read, but all folks sh―.

*Thomas Rawlinson, Esq. eldest son of the lord-mayor.CURLL.

TO MR JOHN MOORE,

AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER.

[The following certificate in favour of Mr Moore and his vermifuge, appeared repeatedly in the papers about this time. "Whereas I Michael Parrot have had brought away a worm of sixteen feet long, by taking the medicines of J. Moore, apothe cary in Abchurch-Lane, London, witness my hand, Michael Parrot. Witness, Anthony Spyer."-Postboy, 27th to 29th April, 1710. Mr Isaac Bickerstaff, in his capacity of Censor of Great Britain, deemed it necessary to pass the following stricture on this modest attestation: "I shall therefore dismiss this subject with a public admonition to Mr Michael Farrot, that he do not presume any more to mention a certain worm he knows of, which, by the way, has grown seven feet in my memory, for if I am not much mistaken, it is the same that was but nine feet six months ago." Tatler, No. 221. In the first anonymous copies of this poem, there occurred a very indelicate verse, which was omitted by the author on better consideration, and restored by the malignant correctness of Curll, in his spu rious edition of Pope's Miscellanies.]

How much egregious MOORE, are we
Deceiv'd by shows and forms!
Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,
All human kind are worms.

Man is a very worm by birth,
Vile, reptile, weak, and vain!
A while he crawls upon the earth,
Then shrinks to earth again.

That Woman is a worm, we find,
E'er since our Grandame's evil;
She first convers'd with her own kind,
That ancient worm, the Devil.