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Nor therefore think that I can bring no Aid ( Because I follow a mechanic Trade, ' I'll print your Pamphlets, and your Rumours

spread. "I am the Founder of your lov'd Kit-Catf, " A Club that gave Direction to the State ; ( 'Twas there we first instructed all our Youth • To talk profane, and laugh at sacred Truth.

We taught them how to toast, and rhime and bite, To sleep away the Day, and drink away the Night. Some this fantastic Speech approv'd, some sneerd, The Wight grew choleric, and disappear’d.

Mean Time the Fury smild, who all this while
Sat hov'ring' on the Summit of the Pile.
A secret and exulting Joy the finds
To see her Influence brooding on their Minds;
And the bare Prospect of such noble Ills
Her Thoughts with rapt'rous Speculations fills.
Then She-
" With what Delight do I my Sons behold

Soʻresolutely brave, so fiercely bold?
Sure nothing can resist their boundless Course,

Nothing subdue their well-united Force.
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Volpone*, who will solely now command
The public Purse, and Treasure of the Land,
Wants Constancy and Courage to oppose

A Band of such exasperated Foes. • For how should he that moves by Craft and Fear, ' Or ever greatly think, or ever greatly dare ? " What did he e'er in all his Life perform, • But shrink at the Approach of ev'ry Storm?

In a Poem called the Kit.Cat, published in 1708, Jacob Tonfors is addressed as the Founder of this celebrated Club, which owed its Name to a famous Pastry-Cook, Kit-Cat, of whole Pies the Club was said to be very fond. And Kit Car Wits first sprung from Kit Cat's Pies,

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., is Nor has he any real juft Pretence in so will siri! To that vast Depth of Politics and Sense.

For where's the Depth, when public Credit's high, 'To manage an o'erflowing Treafury? :?

Or where the Sense to know the Tricks of Game, « Since

Sms, Sir Jam, and Hway ' A Knowledge as profound as his, as loud a Fame;

I fear the Man who dares the Truth affert,

Who never plays the double-dealing Part; ( The Patriot's Soul disdains the Trimmer's Art. 5 • Such Celsus I is; but I foresee his Fate! 161 A • To be supplanted by Sempronia's Hate.

(Sempronia of a lewd procuring Race, (1} · The Senate's Grievance, and the Court's Disgrace.)

'Tis well he cannot long his Ground maintains * For Hell would then employ her Fiend in vain.io T ' He never knew to prostitute the State, it. o od • Never by being guilty to be great.

tessuntV Nor yet when public Storms came rolling ongis, /? · Did he or Danger or his Duty fhun.

' « Rome's subtle Priests with Sophiftry essay'd, sin sul " With Wealth and Fionour in the Balance laid, I • To shock his Faith ; but nothing could controul « The firm Refolves of his unbiats'd Soul, ., « True to his Conscience as the Needle to his Pole.

Ally'd in Blood and Friendship to the Throne, • He nobly makes his Country's Cause his own; • Whilst others keep their Int'rest still in View, • And meaner Spirits meaner Ends pursue. • So the fix'd Stars harmoniously comply the

With the first public Motion of the Sky, 14:& Whilst wand'ring Planets oppositely move D'I Within the narrow Orbs of private Love.'

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Flush'd in her Cheeks, and sparkled in her Eyes./ 1
And well it might a Fury's Passion raise,
That she was forc'd the Worth she hates to praise.

The Dawn dispers'd the Crowd, she took her Flight To the low Regions of eternal Night.

O England, how revolving is thy State! How few thy Blessings! How severe thy Fate!

deftin'd Nation, to be thus betray'd By those whose Duty 'tis to serve and aid! A griping, vile, degen'rate, Viper-Brood, That tear thy Vitals, and exhaust thy Blood. A varying Kind that no fix'd Rule pursue, But often form their Principles anew ; Unknowing where to lodge fupreme Command, Or in the King, or Peers, or People's Hand. One while the People's Sov'reignty they own, 1 To vex and load a peaceful Monarch's Crown ; Who to his Subjects, when at length restor’d, Without Distinction was their common Lord, What Party else to David's bappy Throne Would have preferr'd a giddy Absalon? But when a King is moulded to their Mind, Then they to him would have all Sway confin'd; Norjin their own despotic boundleis Reign Of injur'd Rights and Property complain, Nay, with a Standing Force thy Sons wou'd awe The Subjects Slavery, the Tyrant's Law. But if nor King nor Commons will comply With their detested Acts of Villany, They strive the Peers declining Pow'r to raise, And get Impeachments voted into Praise. Bleft Patriots these, who Liberty employ Telude thy Laws, and Liberty destroy!

Where is the noble Roman Spirit fied, Which once inspir’d thy ancient Patriots dead?

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Yet all was fafe beneath their Guardian Shade : )
Or fure Historians on our Faith’impose,
And never such a Race of Men arose;
Or nodding Nature to a Period draws;
Or Providence, incens'd by guilty Times,
With-holds his Grace, and dooms us to our Crimes.

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Pardon (for Harmony will bring Relief, Will soothe thy anxious Cares, and charm thy Grief) If my

condoling, mournful, Muse presume To visit thy Marcellus' sacred Tomb; For his hereditary Gifts alone Could have retriev'd thy Fame, and carried down The glorious Scene of Triumphs Anna has begun. O may thy Angel guard Her royal Mind, That Fav'rites not seduce, nor Trimmers blind. For 'tis on Her thy Church and State depend, With Her will Aourish, and with Her will end. But my fhock'd Thoughts the sad Idea fhun, (The fad Idea gives eternal Moan) When the shall late, but ah! too soon comply With Nature to adorn her kindred Sky. For who can then pretend to wear her Crown? Who represent the Mother, but the Son ? O! had the Power that governs human Fate His Years extended to a longer Date, To what Transcendence had his Genius sprung, Which was so ripe, so perfect, yet fo young! But when fresh-blooming Youth seem'd to proclaim The lafting Structure of his beauteous Frame, When Health and Vigour with a kind Presage Promis’d the hoary Happiness of Age,

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265 Then with a momentary swift Decay 1"} Thy Pride, thy darling Hope, was snatch'd away. So by the Course of the revolving Spheres, Whene'er a new-discover'd Star appears. Aftronomers with Pleasure and Amaze Upon the Infant Luminary gaze. They find their Heav’n enlarg’d, and wait from thence Some blest, some more than common Influence; But suddenly, alas ! the fleeting Light Retiring leaves their Hopes involv'd in endless Night.

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