To it doth Heav'n such wond'rous vigour send, But hence these jokes on patriot god-like Pitt, Trust me who thinks not Pitt all good and wise, Lock his soul in adamantine steel, up Candid he'd own, Pitt's rich capacious mind Proves him a Premier born, to save mankind : Whilst Bonaparte, whom the devil take, Shews that he's born for whom, his own dear sake; Old Nick's sweet babe, to whom some witch gave suck, And for his fortune gave, the devil's luck. Gentle Jane Shore to-night with meagre looks, (Her face not much unlike the phiz of Brookes,) Implores your patronage, yet lanker still, Will be Brooke's visage, if her house don't fill. No cheeks more smooth than hers, nor any plumper, Should she behold this house to-night a bumper; Should Should she behold, like Lady Faddle's rout, Pinion'd and squeez'd like fowls upon a spit, Then would your Brookes with gratitude run o'er, And in a flood of joy raise up her head, Dripping like Neptune's on his oozy bed. Whilst rich Old Thames, who owes so much to Brooks, And Thames with Neptune in close friendship join'd, For which don't lash her with the critic's rod. Did you not think me now a horrid bore, I'd crave int rest for your your native Shore, } And trespass on your time one moment more. And And who so likely to support with spirit I'll take my leave, and like her thank you too, *Box, Pitt, and Gallery. AN A MILITARY ADDRESS OF MINE, Spoken at the closing of the Theatre at Southend, OFERTILE isle, for wealth and beauty fam'd, A second Paradise, or Eden nam'd, Thou fairest spot of our terrestr❜al sphere, So said great Jove, when, plunging in the waves, Well pleas'd survey'd the pearl he'd brought to light. And try'd to rouse the Continent to arms. Her tyrant trembles for th' approaching hour, When Britain's conquests, spread from shore to shore, True Freedom shall extend, and tyrants breathe no more: How foolish this, t' avert domestic jar, How wise, vain Gauls, for, (driv'n from Africk's shore Led by Sir Ralph, who, for his country's good, That 'midst bombs, grape shot, shells,and mortais rattles. Yes, |