Who makes it appear, by all he has writ, "His judgement alone can fet bounds to his wit; "Like Virgil correct, with his own native cafe, "But excels even Virgil in elegant praife;
"Who admires the ancients, and knows 'tis their due, "Yet writes in a manner entirely new;
"Though none with more ease their depths can explore, "Yet whatever he wants he takes from my ftore; "Though I'm fond of his virtues, his pride I can fee, "In fcorning to borrow from any but me;
"It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his lays
Enlighten the world by reflecting my rays."
This faid, the whole audience foon found out his drift: The convention was fummon'd in favour of Swift.
The RUN upon the BANKERS. 1720.
HE bold encroachers on the deep
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Till Neptune, with one general fweep,
Turns all again to barren strand.
The multitude's capricious pranks
Are faid to represent the feas;
Which, breaking bankers and the banks,
Refume their own whene'er they pleafe.
Money, the life-blood of the nation,
Corrupts and ftagnates in the veins,
Unless a proper circulation
Its motion and its heat maintains.
Becaufe 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in state
Like peers have levees every day
Of duns attending at their gate.
*We want our money on the nail;
The banker 's ruin'd if he pays:
They seem to act an ancient tale;
The birds are met to ftrip the jays.
Riches, the wifeft monarch fings,
"Make pinions for themselves to fly:"
They fly like bats on parchment wings,
And geese their silver plumes fupply.
No money left for fquandering heirs!
Bills turn the lenders into debtors:
The wish of Nero now is theirs,
"That they had never known their letters." Conceive the works of midnight hags, Tormenting fools behind their backs: Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags Sit fqueezing images of wax. Conceive the whole enchantment broke; The witches left in open air, With power no more than other folk, Expos'd with all their magic ware.
"So powerful are a banker's bills,
Where creditors demand their due; They break up counters, doors, and tills, And leave the empty chefts in view.
Thus when an earthquake lets in light
Upon the god of gold and hell,
Unable to endure the fight,
He hides within his darkeft cell.
As when a conjurer takes a lease
From Satan for a term of years,
The tenant's in a difial cafe,
Whene'er the bloody bond appears.
A baited banker thus defponds,
From his own hand forefees his fall; They have his foul, who have his bonds; 'Tis like the writing on the wall.
How will the caitiff wretch be fcar'd,
When first he finds himself awake
At the last trumpet unprepar'd,
And all his grand account to make!
For in that univerfal call
Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters;
They'll cry, "Ye fhops, upon us fall!
"Conceal and cover us, ye counters !"
When other hands the fcales fhall hold,
And they in men and angels' fight
Produc'd with all their bills and gold,
"Weigh'd in the balance, and found light!"
The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, Tranflated almoft literally out of the Original Irish. 1720.
ROURK'S noble fare will ne'er be forgot,
By those who were there, or those who were not. His revels to keep, we fup and we dine
On feven score fheep, fat bullocks, and fwine.
Ufquebaugh to our feaft in pails was brought up,
An hundred at leaft, and a madder
O there is the fport! we rife with the light
In diforderly fort from fnoaring all night.
Q how was I trick'd!.my pipe it was broke,
My pocket was pick'd, I loft my new cloak.
I'm rifled, quoth Nell, of mantle and kercher :
Why then fare them well, the de'el take the fearcher.
Come, harper, ftrike up; but, first, by your favour,
Boy, give us a cup: ah! this has some favour.
Orourk's jolly boys ne'er dreamt of the matter,
Till, rous'd by the noife and mufical clatter,
They bounce from their neft, no longer will tarry,
They rife. ready dreft, without one ave-mary.
They dance in a round, cutting capers and ramping;
A mercy the ground did not burst with their ftamping.
The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps,
While the water and fweat fplish-fplash in their pumps.
Blefs yon late and early, Laughlin O Enagin!.
By my hand, you dance rarely, Margery Grinagin.
Bring ftraw for our bed, fhake it down to the feet,
Then over us fpread the winnowing sheet:
A wooden veffel. + Handkerchief. An Irish oath.
To fhew I don't flinch, fill the bowl up again;
Then give us a pinch of your sneezing, a yean*.
Good Lord! what a fight, after all their good cheer,
For people to fight in the midst of their beer!
They rife from their feaft, and hot are their brains,
A cubit at least the length of their fkeans t.
What ftabs and what cuts, what clattering of fticks;
What ftrokes on the guts, what baftings and kicks!
With cudgels of oak well harden`d in flame,
An hundred heads broke, an hundred ftruck lame.
You churl, I'll maintain my father built Lufk
The caftle of Slain, and Carrick Drumruik:
The earl of Kildare and Moynalta his brother,
As great as they are, I was nurft by their mother.
Afk that of old madam; she 'll tell you who's who
As far up as Adam, fhe knows it is true.
Come down with that beam, if cudgels are fcarce,
A blow on the weam, or a kick on the a- -fe.
AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG
On a SEDITIOUS PAMPHLETI, 1720.
To the tune of, "Packington's Pound."
ROCADOS and damasks, and tabbies, and gawfes, Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law fays, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. +Daggers or fhort-fwords. Propofal for the univerfal use of Irish manufactures, for which Waters the printer was feverely profecuted. Though
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