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To speed their chearful brimmers round,
Give me that balm to ease my pain,
An EPIGRAM occafion'd by the PEACHSTONE.
RINK on, my friends, drink * YEOMAN dry,
A PEARCH-STONE can that want supply,
If fo, how blefs'd are ASTROP BEAUX ?
MARIA fparkling wine bestows :
ADIALOGUE betwixt Mr. Mævius and Mr. BowMAN, occafioned by the Preface of the latter to his Defence of the Miracle of CURSING the FIG-TREE.
M. THY fleeps your learn'd defence, ftill keep in ftore,
The learn'd defence you promis'd o'er and o'er?
* YEOMAN, the perfon who keeps the tavern at ASTROP WELLS.
B. Objections all I have maturely weigh'd;
B. Let them rail on: their judgment I despise:
M. Of these wife men what number may there be? B. All that believe, or write, or fpeak like me.
Grubftreet Journal, No 92.
On the ASTROP PEACH-STONE.
O more may chymift boast an unknown art, Of changing brafs to gold by ftone divine: MARIA to a PEACH-STONE can impart
The pow'r of turning all things into wine.
But change to heav'nly draught, nectareous wine.
O may this ftone my conftant chymift be,
The very water change to very wine!
Ah Poets! happy 'twere, if by this stone
We NECTAR DRINKERS Cou'd preferve our coin, But fee, alas! our guineas all are flown:
Ev'n thofe are chang'd by magick into wine.
Thrice happy ASTROP, real HELICON,
Beftows, to change thy waters into wine.
See! fee! fhe comes: behold the Angel's charms,
Amaz'd I ftand, - I figh, I faint, I'm gone,
Thus chang'd, born maid,
How is't, that fhe, who hermits bofoms warms,
from thofe fair lips, thou heav'n
O! breathe upon this ftone one balmy kifs:
Grubftreet Journal, N° 93.
VERSES on the fudden Stop in the fale of Mr. B's Sermon, and the Publication of bis Defence of the Miracle, &c.
HEN YORKSHIRE SERMON lately took its flight, Like paper lanthorn at the tail of kite; Non-cons and cons, with pleasure, or difmay, Saw the new meteor gild th' aerial way. But to the weakeft eyes it brightest shin'd; And fixed feem'd, tho' tofs'd with every wind. A while it blaz'd, then fudden down it fell; Its light extinguish'd with a naufeous smell. The gazers mark'd its fall; and fearching round Nought but a blasted, barren fig-tree found.
Grubftreet Journal, No 94.
Rumpitur invidia, quod amamur, quodque probamur
MARTIAL. Epig. vi. 69.
A CANDIDATE'S LETTER to the FREE-
O my brother freeholders these lines I indite,
1 You all know how I thought myself highly abused,
I thank you howe'er for your steady affection,
Of which difapointed, I can take up with ease
Grubftreet Journal, No 95.
HE following verses, publifh'd last year upon the R. Hon. the prefent LORD MAYOR, having been lately criticis'd, by a pedant who could not conftrue them, occafion'd the following tranflation; which we thought not improper to publifh at this time, feveral of the lines being as applicable to his elect, as to his prefent lordship,
The faid pedant is defired, for the future, not to abuse the laborious SMETIUS,the chief fountain of all his learning, by conftruing ecclefiaftici, & alii quidam pofteriores poeta, monkish and other bad writers, in order to prove SIDONIus fuch one, because his name is ranged among them. He would have done well to have mention'd fome of the monks contain'd in that catalogue; in which his admir'd author has placed ENNIUS, CATULLUS, HORACE, JUVENAL, MARTIAL, AUSONIUS, &C.
In fhort, all he fays proves nothing, but that he is himfelf, according to his own way of arguing, a monkish fcrib
HILOSOPHUM non barba facit, non laurea vatem : Eft EQUES, eft MILES, nobile calcar habens. Plurimus eft MILES, qui nunquam preliæ tentat; Multus EQUES, qui vix pendulus hæret equo.