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The fair approach the fpeaking part,
To try the back-way to his heart.
For, as when we a gun discharge,
Although the bore be ne'er fo large,
Before the flame from muzzle burft,
Juft at the breech it flashes first :
So from my lord his paffion broke,
He f-d first, and then he fpoke.

The ladies vanish in the fmother,
To confer notes with one another;
And now they all agreed to name
Whom each-one thought the happy dame.
Quoth Neal, whate'er the reft may think,
I'm fure 'twas I, that fmelt the flink.
You smell the ftink! by G, you lye,
Quoth Rofs, for I'll be fworn 'twas I.
Ladies, quoth Levens, pray forbear :
Let's not fall out; we all had share,
And, by the most I can discover,

My lord's an univerfal lover.

THE

DESCRIPTION

OF

A SALAMAN DE R. 1706.

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Pliny, Nat. Hift. lib. x. c. 67. lib. xxix. c. 4.
S maftiff dogs in modern phrase are
Call'd Pompey, Scipio, and Cæfar;
pyes and daws are often ftyl'd

As

With Chriftian nicknames, like a child;

VOL. I.

D

As

As we fay Monfieur to an Ape,
Without offence to human shape;
So men have got from bird and brute
Names that would beft their natures fuit.
The Lion, Eagle, Fox, and Boar,
Were Heroes titles heretofore,

Beftow'd as hieroglyphics fit

To fhew their valour, ftrength, or wit:
For what is understood by fame,
Befides the getting of a name?
But, e'er fince men invented guns,
A different way their fancy runs :
To paint a Hero, we inquire

For fomething that will conquer fire.
Would you defcribe Turenne or Trump?
Think of a bucket or a pump.

Are these too low-then find out grander,
Call my lord Cutts a Salamander.
'Tis well;-but, fince we live among
Detractors with an evil tongue,

Who may object against the term,
Pliny fhall prove what we affirm:
Pliny fhall prove, and we'll apply,
And I'll be judg'd by ftanders-by.

First, then, our author has defin'd
This reptile of the Serpent kind,
With gaudy coat and fhining train ;
But loathsome spots his body stain :
Out from fome hole obfcure he flies,
When rains defcend, and tempefts rife,

Till the fun clears the air; and then
Crawls back neglected to his den.

So, when the war has rais'd a storm,
I've seen a Snake in human form,
All ftain'd with infamy and vice,
Leap from the dunghill in a trice,
Burnish, and make a gaudy show,
Become a general, peer, and beau,
Till peace has made the fky ferene;
Then shrink into its hole again.

"All this we grant-why then look yonder.

"Sure that muft be a Salamander!"
Farther, we are by Pliny told,
This Serpent is extremely cold;
So cold, that, put it in the fire,
"Twill make the very flames expire:
Befides, it fpues a filthy froth

(Whether through rage or luft, or both)
Of matter purulent and white,
Which, happening on the skin to light,
And there corrupting to a wound,
Spreads leprofy and baldness round.
So have I feen a batter'd beau,

By age and claps grown cold as snow,
Whose breath or touch, where-e'er he came,
Blew out love's torch, or chill'd the flame :
And should some nymph, who ne'er was cruel,
Like Charlton cheap, or fam'd Du-Ruel,

Receive the filth which he ejects,

She foon would find the fame effects

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Her tainted carcafe to pursue,
As from the Salamander's fpue;
A difmal fhedding of her locks,
And, if no leprofy, a pox.

"Then I'll appeal to each by-stander,
"If this be not a Salamander ?"

EARL

TO THE

OF

PETERBOROW,

Who commanded the BRITISH forces in SPAIN.

MORDANTO fills the trump of fame,

The Chriftian worlds his deeds proclain,

And prints are crouded with his name.

In journies he outrides the post,
Sits up till midnight with his hoft,
Talks politics, and gives the toast.

Knows every prince in Europe's face,
Flies like a fquib from place to place,
And travels not, but runs a race.

From Paris gazette à-la-main,
This day arriv'd, without his train,
Mordanto in a week from Spain.

A meffenger comes all a-reek
Mordanto at Madrid to feek;
He left the town above a week,

Next day the poftboy winds his horn,
And rides through Dover in the morn:
Mordanto's landed from Leghorn.

Mordanto

Mordanto gallops on alone,

The roads are with her followers strown,
This breaks a girth, and that a bone

His body active as his mind,
Returning found in limb and wind,
Except fome leather loft behind.

A fkeleton in outward figure,

His meagre corpfe, though full of vigour,
Would halt behind him, were it bigger.
So wonderful his expedition,
When you have not the leaft fufpicion,
He's with you like an apparition.

Shines in all climates like a ftar;
In fenates bold, and fierce in war;
A land commander, and a tar:

Heroic actions early bred in,
Ne'er to be match'd in modern reading,
But by his name-fake Charles of Sweden.

ON THE UNION.

HE queen has lately loft a part

THE

Of her ENTIRELY-ENGLISH * heart,

For want of which, by way of botch,

She piec'd it up again with SCOTCH.
Bleft revolution! which creates
Divided hearts, united states!

*The motto on queen Anne's coronation medal.

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