Yet 'midst the vast variety in life, Where good and evil wage perpetual strife; J. H. COLLS. SWAFFHAM. SONG, BY OSMUND BEAUVOIR, LL.D. JULY 1, 1743. WHEN, all charms as thou art, At those lips, at those breasts, when my fancy ran wild, Now that maxim I own Was too rashly laid down, Since on fancy's fair canvas those quick-piercing eyes If when absent the fire Of true passion grows higher, To her name, while th' enraptured glass sparkles high, We must own Beauty lights but the torch of desire; 'Tis for reason, for sense, that we die. WHEN Bacchus first broke from old Jupiter's thigh, Would his Highness's favour and patronage ask: So they penn'd a petition which ran at this odd rate;— We your Godship's petitioners jovial and trusty, 'Can gauge, roar a catch, and have passions so mod❜rate, 'That tho' always dry, yet we never were crusty. "Your Godship's fine stomach, so healthy and round, 'We've endeavour'd to copy at luncheon and feast; But so perfect a stomach can never be found; And so we've ten thousand times said to the priest. However we would on your Godship attend, Fill your glass, furnish toasts, and the corkscrew 'keep clean; We may hope with your noble example to mend, And procure us a stomach that's fit to be seen.' This Petition when Bacchus had read, from his cask He nodded sublime;-and with majesty spoke; Ye thirsty old spirits, ye born for the flask, Oh, sweet shall ye roll midst your flagons of oak. "Sure Nature has fashion'd those mouths for the bowl; But come, my brave boys :-hark, I hear the Brown We'll see before morning old Carefulness dead; And if cousin Di must her candle put out, The flame on our noses shell light us to bed!' PROLOGUE, WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY EDMUND SWIFT, ESQ. AT THE OPENING OF LORD TRIMLESTON'S FORC'D by Rebellion's more than Gothic rage And her wide empire stretch'd to half mankind.- |