Urania faid, Oh Goddess, fit to guide
Our humble Works, and in our Quire prefide,
Who fure wou'd wifely to thefe Fields repair,
To tafte our Pleafures, and our Labours fhare;
Were not your Virtue, and fuperiour Mind,
To higher Arts, and nobler Deeds inclin'd:
Juftly you praife our Works, and pleafing Seat,
Whom all might envy in this foft Retreat;
Were we fecure from Dangers, Fears and
Harmsy in a no
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But Maids are frighten'd with the leaft Allarms;
And none are Safe in this licentious Time:
Still fierce Pirennus, and his daring Crime,
With lafhing Horror ftrikes my feeble fight,
Nor is my Mind recover'd from the Fright:
With Thracian Arms, this bold Ufurper gain'd
Daulis and Phocis, where he proudlyreign'd:
It happen'd once, as thro' his Lands we went,
For the bright Temple of Parnassus bent :
He met us there, and in his artful Mind,
Hiding the faithless Action he defign'd,
Confer'd on us, (whom Oh too well he knew!)
All honours that to Goddeffes were due.
Stop, Stop, ye Mufes, 'tis your Friend who calls,
The Tyrant faid, behold the Rain that falls
On every fide, and that Ill-boding Sky
Whose low'ring Face portends more Storms are nigh:
Pray make my Houfe your own, and void of Fear,
While this bad Weather lafts, take Shelter here,
Gods oft to meaner Palaces refort,
And leave for Cabins their Celestial Court.
Engag'd to Stop by the united Force
Of Dashing Show'rs, and of his fmooth Difcourfe,
We with Regret, his treacherous Voice obey'd,
Yet cautiously at the firft Entrance ftaid:
The Day clear'd up, the Clouds were seen to
fly,
And driving Northwards purg'd the mifty Sky.
Then to purfue our Journey we began,
But he with Fury to the Portal ram;
Our Refuge ftop'd, the Door fecurely bar'd,
And to our Honour Violence prepar'd.
What cou'd we do, no means of Safety lay,
Unless we clapt on Wings, and flew away:
Strait form'd to Birds, we fcap'd his brutal
Snare,
On Pinions rifing in the doubtful Airasit is
Have seen the following Poem in a Mifcellany, but it wants the Two firft Stanza's: I doubt not the Gentlemen concern'd, will not take Mr. Maynwaring's Mirth ill, he was fo much their Friend. 'Twas either written at the Kit-Kat Club, or at their Requeft, as may be seen by the Allufion to it.
INCE Cob gives the Feaft,
And Hoppy's Deceas'd,
And the Club's at Service fo hard,
We think it our Duty
To toast a new Beauty,
Call'd Madamoifelle Oudenarde.
Hoppy.] All Joy to his Grace,
For this ninth of his Race,
She's as Fair as moft of the former;
But where is that he
Durft fo impudent be,
To compare her to Lady Monthermer ?
Toppy.] Was'this Zeal or his Drink,
Made Hoppy's grave Ink
Flow as if his Blood was grown Warmer,
Tho' it coft him fome Pain,
From his Politick Brain,
To fqueeze out a Rhyme to Monthermer ?
He at laft has thought fit
To fhow that in Wit,
He's no more than in Judgment a Novice;
And there's hopes that in Time,
Memorials in Rhyme
Will be fung by the Clerks in his Office:
Some may reckon fuch Airs
Too pert for grey Hairs,
And that his Years may his Fancy endamage;
But defpair not, old Man,
Let thy Gingle chyme on,
For Cato learn't Greek at the fame Age.
Since, thro' Envy, my Friend,
Thy chief Talent none mind,
On th' Unworthy no longer beftow it;
At leaft for a while,
Your Cares to beguile,
Let the Statesman give way to the Poet.
Great Examples allow
You to clear that Stern Brow,
And fure you may follow fuch Warrants;
Plays, Novels, and Verfes,
As well as Difcourfes,
Were writ by the Hs of Florence.
Hoppy.] Such good Friends as we
Shou'd better agree;
But fince you are pleas'd to begin, Sir,
My old foolish Muse
To engage with the wife Man of Windsor,
Tho' your Worship's Antique,
And vers'd in old Greek,
With the Moderns you never cou'd pafs,
Till the Chancellor's Wine
Did your Fancy refine,
And taught your Records thro' a Glafs,
Toppy.] You mistake the Thing quite,
I was fooner Polite;
And have had from your Mafter a Summons,
To fee Books, and eat hard,
When You were no Bard,
But an Indigent Lawyer in Commons.
Then fowse me no more,
Thou young Wit at Threefcore ;
When Time fhall thy Poetry blast,
Great De-mofthenes
In my English fhall please,
And my Notes on Herodotus laft.
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