AN ODE ΤΟ SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS. DEAR merry knight, whose sportive vein Makes am'rous duchesses complain, While peers stand titt'ring by: Now since you've fairly crack'd your jest, And Pegasus retires to rest, Permit me to reply. And trust me, Charles, no real Muse Such groveling pertness e'er could use, Virgins are always something shy, And language that charms Hanbury, Their lips disdain to mention. But since you've found this easier road To furnish out a wanton ode, I'll readily submit; Where Drury's dames the lays inspire, Smut shall be styl'd poetic fire, Besides these nymphs are ready still Your every pleasure to fulfil, And ne'er with coyness tease ye: But shy Apollo's tuneful train And oft refuse to ease ye. Prudent thy deed then, gentle knight, Their inspirations raise the song, As thy own odes can tell. *Needham a famous Courtezan. How sweet thy strains on Master Prior, Of Dublin town, tar-water 'squire, When pleas'd thy verse reveals Each female fissure from below, Whence fragrant streams abundant flow, Resembling carmen's wheels! Equal thine odes, courageous knight, How keen thy pointed satire shines! Hence then, Apollo, with your skill, But Hussey, frowning, shakes his cane, And Charles flies trembling o'er the main. At Berlin long to tarry: Oh, GEORGE, if pertness have the power To make Him rise ambassadour,* Let Me be secretary! *He was Ambassador at the court of Dresden at this time. AN ODE ΤΟ SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS; OCCASIONED BY SEEING AN ODE INSCRIBED TO LORD CHESTERFIELD. WHO'S this? what! Hanbury the lyric? But 'tis in vain; for Hussey swears, Think you, because you basely fled To Saxony to hide your head, On odes you still may venture? * Cynthius aurem vellit et admonuit. |