Since honest men here were asham'd of his face, That in Ireland at least he might get him a placé. Derry down, &c. But Harry resentful first bid him be hush, blush; Recant his invectives, and then in a trice He would shew the best title to an Irish VICE. Derry down, &c. Young Balaam ne'er boggl'd, but turned his coat, Determin❜d to share in whate'er could be got Said, I scorn all those who cry impudent fellow, As my front is of brass, I'll be painted in yellow. Derry down, &c. Since yellow's the colour that best suits his face, Whilst Balaam was poor, he was full of renown; But now that he's rich, he's the jest of the town: Then let all men learn by his present disgrace, That honesty's better by far than a place. Derry down, &c. SHORT VERSES, IN IMITATION OF LONG VERSES: IN AN EPISTLE TO WILLIAM PITT, ESQ.* Naughty, paughty, Jack-a-dandy. Namby Pamby. Sic parvis componere magna solebam. VIRG. SINCE one hath writ To thee, O Pitt! * Pitt was undoubtedly one of the greatest masters of ornamental eloquence: his language was amazingly fine and flowing; his voice admirable; his action most expressive; his figure genteel and commanding; bitter satire was his forte; when he attempted ridicule, which was very seldom, he succeeded happily; but where he chiefly shone was, exposing his own conduct; having waded through the most notorious apostacy in politics, he treated it with impudent confidence.-W. Whom none can know If friend or foe; Deign to smile on Lank Lyttleton: For tho' his lays May squint two ways; They're meant for praise. Sir Bob to hang, Thou didst harangue, While he, in joke, The cornet broke. But Hal now flatter'd, Then whipp'd, then spatter'd, With fear full fraught, Thy favour bought : The patriot ends, And ye are friends, Like Cæsar He, As Tully was, to Thee. As when much tir'd, In roads bemir'd, Men see by night A fairy-light, Which they pursue With eager view, In hope to win A friendly inn; But by mistake, In some foul lake Surpris'd they're flung Of mud or dung, From whence the Meteor sprung; So far'd the crew, Who follow'd you: Or as a maid, On back first laid, By dire mishap She gains a c Such was your case Scarce warm in place, |