"The fellow fhall find no more pain

"Than if he were alive again."

Here Orpheus figh'd, began to take on,
Cry'd, "Could I find the whore you spake on

"I'd give him my best flitch of bacon;
"I'd give him cake and sugar'd fack
"If he would bring my Dice back:
"Rather than fhe fhould longer flay
"I'd find fome lufty man to pray;
"And then poor Dice, let him try her,
"I dare fay would requite the friar."

Great Nofnotbocai fmil'd to fee

Such goodness and simplicity;
Then kindly led them to a cell,

An outward granary of hell,

A filthy place, that is seldom swept,

Where feeds of villany are kept.

Orpheus," faid he, "I'd have you take

"Some of these feeds here for my fake,
"Which if they are discreetly hurl'd
"Thro'out the parts of th' other world,
They may oblige the fiend you fue to,

"And fill the palace of old Pluto.

"Sow pride feed uppermoft; then above

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"Here take revenge, and malice without caufe,

"And here contempt of honesty and laws;

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"This hot feed's anger, and this hotter luft,

"Best sown with breach of friendship and of truft:

"Thefe florm, hail, plague, and tempeft feeds,.. "And this a quinteffence of weeds;

"This the worst fort of artichoke,

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A plant that Pluto has himfelf befpoke; "Nourish it well, it is useful treachery; "This is a choice tho' little feed, a lietv "Here take fome now from these prodigious loads "Of tender things that look like toads: 0:55 In future times thefe finely dreft god. "Shall each invade a prince's breaft ""Tis flatt'ry feed; tho' thinly fown "It is a mighty plant when grown, "When rooted deep and fully blown:-on "Now see these things like bubbles fly, "Thefe are the feeds of vanity:

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"Take tyrant acorns, which will beft advance "If fown in eaftern climates or in France; "But thefe are things of moft prodigious hopes, "They're Jefuit bulbs ty'd up with ropes, 386 "And these the devil's grafts for future Popes, "Which with fanaticifm are join'd fo clean, n "You'd fcarce believe a knife had pass'd between: "Falsewitnefs feed had almost been forgot, "Twill be your making should there be a plot. "And now, dear Orpheus! scatter these but well, "And you'll deferve the gratitude of hell.”

Quoth Orpheus," You shall be obey'd

"In ev'ry thing that you have said, "For mischief is the poet's trade;

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"And whatsoever they fhall bring

"You may affure yourself I'll fing.

"But pray what

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"At my returning from the grave?"

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"Sad dogs!" quoth Bocai." Let me fee-.

"But fince what I say cannot shame them "I'll e'en refolve to never name them."

"But now," fays Bocai, "Sir, you may

"Long to be going on your way,

"Unless you 'H drink fome arfenick claret ; ""Tis burnt, you fee; but Sam can spare it.” Orpheus reply'd, " Kind Sir! it is neither

Brandy nor whet's that brought me hither, "But love; and I an inftance can be "Love is as hot as pepper'd brandy; "Yet, gentle Sir! you may command "A tune from a departing hand; "The style and paffion both are good, 86 "Tis The Three Children in the Wood."

He fang, and pains themselves found ease; For griefs when well exprefs'd can please. When he defcrib'd the children's lofs,

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And how the Robins cover'd them with mofs,

To hear the pity of those birds

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Ev'n Bocai's tears fell down with Orpheus' words, &.

'BRITAIN'S PALLADIUM,

OR, LORDBOLINGBROKE'S WELCOME FROM FRANCE.

"Et thure, et fidibus juvat

"Placare, et vituli fanguine debito

"Cuftodes Numidæ Deos."

Hor. lib. I. Od. xxxvi. ad Pomponium Numidam, ob cujus ex Hifpania redditum gaudio exultat,

WHAT noife is this that interrupts my fleep?
What echoing shouts rise from the briny deep?
Neptune a folemn festival prepares,

And peace thro' all his flowing orb declares:
That dreadful trident which he us'd to shake,
Make earth's foundations and Jove's palace quake,
Now by his fide on oozy couch reclin'd,

Gives a smooth surface and a gentle wind:
Innumerable Tritons lead the way,

And crowds of Nereids round his chariot play:
The ancient fea gods with attention wait
To learn what is now the last refult of Fate;
What earthly monarch Neptune now decrees
Alone his great vicegerent of the seas.

By an aufpicious gale Britannia's fleet
On Gallia's coaft this fhining triumph meet;

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*Lord Bolingbroke fet out for France (accompanied by Mr. Mare, one of his Underfecretaries, Mr. Prior, and the Abbe Gualtier) Aug. 2d, and arrived again in London Aug. 21ft 17 г2.

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These pomps divine their mortal fenfe surprise, Loud to the ear, and dazzling to the eyes, Whilft fcaly Tritons with their fhells proclaim The names that must survive to future fame, And nymphs their diadems of pearl prepare For monarchs who to purchase peace make war. Then Neptune his majestick filence broke, And to the trembling failors mildly spoke; "Thro'out the world Britannia's flag difplay; 25. "'Tis my command that all the globe obey: "Let British streamers wave their heads on high, "And dread no foe beneath Jove's azure sky. "The reft let Nereus tell."

"If I have truth," fays Nereus," and foresee 30 "The intricate defigns of Destiny,

"I, that have view'd whatever fleets have rode "With sharpen'd keels to cut the yielding flood, "I, that could weigh the fates of Greece and Rome, "Phoenician wealth and Carthaginian doom, 35 "Muft furely know what in the womb of time "Was foreordain'd for Britain's happy clime ;' “How wars upon the watʼry fealms fhall cease, “And Anna give the world a glorious peace; "Reftore the spicy traffick of the East, "And stretch her empire to the diftant Weft; "Her fleets defery Aurora's purple bed, "And Phoebus' steeds after their labours fed;

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