But gods like us have too much sense At poets flights to take offence: Nor can hyperboles demean us; Each drab has been compar'd to Venus. A VINDICATION OF THE LIBEL: OR, A NEW BALLAD, written by a SHOE-BOY, On an ATTORNEY who was formerly a SHOE-BOY. "Qui color ater erat, nunc eft contrarius atro.” WITH ITH finging of ballads, and crying of news, Did Hartley* fet out, both shoeless and fhirtlefs, Two pence he had gotten by begging, that 's all ; The cloaths on his back as being but fuch; * See the next poem. But A FRIENDLY APOLOGY FOR A CERTAIN JUSTICE OF PEACE, By Way of Defence of HARTLEY HUTCHINSON, Efq. "But he by bawling news about, "To punish rogues who do the fame." HUD. By JAMES BLACK-WELL, Operator for the Feet, SING the man of courage try'd, O'er-run with ignorance and pride, The fact was glorious, we must own, Contemn'd I mean ; for who would chufe "Twas once the nobleft of his wishes To fill his paunch with fcraps from dishes, For which he 'd parch before the grate, - Or wind the jack's flow-rifing weight (Such toils as beft his talents fit), Or polifh fhoes, or turn the spit ; But, unexpectedly grown rich in 'Squire Domvile's family and kitchen, He pants to eternize his name, And takes the dirty road to fame; Believes Believes that periíecuting wit prove the fureft way to it; So, with a Colonel* at his back, Writ by another Patriot Drapier; Then raves and blunders nonfenfe thicker So Ajax, who, for aught we know, To run a bawling news-boy through; * Colonel Ker, a mere Scotchman, Lieutenant Colonel to Lord Harrington's regiment of dragoons, who made a news-boy evidence against the printer. IRISH ED. DR. |