This is your work. There lies the fair ador'd:
The love for her, the friendship for her lord,
Confpicuous fhine alike: this glorious end
Of both, difplays the lover and the friend.

How virtuous is this age which dares to blame
The mulet impos'd on this deftructive flame!
The laws of hofpitality defy'd,

And all the ftronger bands by friendship ty'd ;
The nuptial vows diffolv'd, the marriage bed
Defil'd, the fpoufe thro' fhame and anguish dead.
For crimes like these is any mulet too high?
For lefs the criminal deferves to die.

Fly, wretch, in exile from thy native shore,
Where BRITISH eyes may ne'er behold the more,
But never hope to lose in diftant climes
The fad remembrance of thy fatal crimes.
Think on me ftill; and ftrive by night, by day;
With floods of tears to wash thy guilt away.
Think not of pleasure, or of ease below:
Thy doom is forrow here, or future, woe.

Grubftreet Journal, No 21.

An EPITAPH.

P

OOR WILLIAM DAWE,
Attorney at law,
At laft is at reft:

Nam hic fitus eft.

ANOTHER.

F all thy fhort liv'd progeny, this laft
Has met with harder trials, than the past.
With rueful eyes thou view'ft the wretched race;
The child of guilt, and deftin'd to difgrace!

O

Thus when fam'd JOAN ufurp'd the pontiff's chair, With terror fhe, beheld her new-born heir:

Ill-ftarr'd, ill-favour'd into birth it came;
In fin begotten, and brought forth with shame!
It vain it breathes, a lewd abandon'd hope!
And calls in vain th'unhallow'd father, pope.

Grubftreet Journal, No 22.

BLASPHEMY as Old as the CREATION: Or, the NEWGATE DIVINE. A SATYR.

Quod fi in hoc erro, quod animos hominum immortales effe credam, libenter erro: nec mihi hunc errorem, quo delector, dum vivo, extorqueri volo. TULLY.

Quicquid dixit. --- Omnium animarum focius. TIND--L.

W

ANT, or the pride of being deem'd polite,
Tempts gay apoftates to deceive, and write:
Each facred truth to fcorn, or to disclaim,
Prompted by hunger fome, and fome by fame.
Few ftarving TIND---LS wou'd renounce their creed,
Who on pure faith cou'd better drink, and feed':
Nor for a dinner in ftale errors deal,

If found divinity wou'd fetch a meal.
WOOLSTON Wou'd own a faviour, dread a hell,
Like gainful unbelief, did fcripture fell;
The godhead he derides, wou'd learn to fear,
Like blafphemy, if miracles fold dear.
But who can blame each fage, in judgment nice?
Good pagan doctrines yield a better price:
Who calculate exact their gains each day,
And know what wages heaven and fatan pay;

Each

but feldom eat.

--

Each with that piety and prudence bleft;
The pow'r to own which cloath'd and fed 'em best.
Their pot each morn an allegory fills;
The fpirit faves 'em, while the letter kills.
Not half fo plump, the myftic doctor's made]
By real fubftance, as by type and fhade;
"Twas weak to print cheap truths, when for a lye
They knew the BRITISH markets ran fo high.
(All books in fraud and falfhood that excel,
Like goods forbid by law, more fure to sell ;)
Unwife the project, and the author's vain,
Maintaining texts, that would not them maintain.
All truths in their opinion but a cheat,
Whose patrons oft must write, -
Impoffible a fcheme fhou'd be divine
Whofe authors fup on curds, on trotters dine;
Or any faith a heavenly fanction boast,
That feeds not all its friends with boil'd and roast.
This TIND---L knew, and pious vow'd to quit,
Doctrines, that wou'd but seldom turn his fpit;
Tir'd with a church, whofe canons did define
That to believe was fweeter than to dine;
Within her pale for him allow'd no place,
Who thinks good eating the first christian grace;
That faith celeftial only, that affords
The largest bumpers, and the fulleft boards;
To number up his crimes he ne'er begins,
But always reckons fafts amongst his fins;
(Thefe deeply moan'd) and deems the guilt less great,
Each evening not to pray, than not to eat :
Lefs ravish'd with his duty, than his cup,
He oft forgets to kneel, but ne'er to fup.

VERSES by Mr. C----L.

F

ROM ferious arts, or glorious arms,
You bid me feek the palm of fame;
And fly thofe fweet feducing charms,
That tempt me to a poet's name.

Advice my friend is but in vain,
Whene'er in love, or verse we ftray;
The pleafing poifon turns our brain,
And we againft ourselves obey.
Thofe paffions differ but in this:

The maid poffefs'd, we ftrait remove;
Unfated with poetick blifs,

The more w'enjoy, the more we love.
Would the coy muse on me but smile,

Thro' life's fhort fpace I'd her pursue:
Nor fame, nor wealth, fhould me beguile;
For her I'd bid 'em both adieu.
I ask not, fate, the statesman's fkill,

Realms to direct, and kingdoms guide, Wisdom, like WALPOLE'S, which is ftill

More perfect found, the more 'tis try'd.
I wish not fame's loud trump fhould breathe
My name with thofe that kingdoms fpoil:
Nor do I, for their laurel wreath,

Or envy CAESAR or ARGYLE.
To fhine in verfe is all my aim:
My fondish wish, my darling hope,
Is but to emulate the fame

Of WALLER, DRYDEN, or of POPE.

Grubftreet Journal, No 23.

An excellent New Ballad: Or, the true E---SH D---N to be hang'd for a R--pe.

O

I.
UR brethren of E D who love us fo dear,
And in all they do for us fo kindly do mean,
(A bleffing upon them) have fent us this year,
For the good of our church, a true E-
A holier priest ne'er was wrapt up
The worst you can fay, he committed a r---pe.

- SH dean;
in crape :

II. In

--

II.

In his journey to D-BL-N he lighted at CHESTER,
And there he grew fond of another man's wife:
Burit into her chamber, and would have carefs'd her;
But the valu'd her honour much more than her life.
She bustled and struggled, and made her escape,
To a room full of guests, for fear of a r---pe.
III.
The d---n he purfu'd to recover his game,

And now to attack her again he prepares
But the company stood in defence of the dames

;

grape,

They cudgel'd, and cuft him, and kick'd him down ftairs: His d---nship was now in a damnable scrape; And this was no time for committing a r---pe. IV. To D-BL-N he comes, to the bagnio he goes; And orders the landlord to bring him a whore: No fcruple came on him, his gown to expose; 'Twas what all his life he had practis'd before: He made himself drunk with the juice of the And got a good clap, but committed no r---pe. V. The d--n, and his landlord, a jolly comrade, Refolv'd for a fortnight to swim in delight; For why they had both been brought up to the tradeOf drinking all day, and whoring all night. My landlord was ready his d---nfhip to ape, In ev'ry debauch, but committing a r---pe. VI. This proteftant zealot, this E---sн divine,

In church and in ftate was of principles found: Was truer than fteel to the H-N--R line;

And griev'd that a tory should live above ground.
Shall a fubject fo loyal be hang'd by the nape,
For no other crime, but committing a r---pe.
VII.
By old popish canons, as wife men have penn'd 'em,
Each priest had a concubine, jure ecclefia.
For who would have f---ns without a commendam,
And precedents we can produce, if it please ye.

Then