For thee her mind in doubtful terms she told, ON THE NEW CONSPIRACY. 1716. WHERE, where, degenerate countrymen-how high Will your fond folly and your madness fly? Are fcenes of death, and fervile chains fo dear, To fue for blood and bondage every year, Like rebel Jews, with too much freedom cutft, To court a change - though certain of the worst ?/ There is no climate which you have not fought, Where tools of war, and vagrant kings, are bought; O! noble paffion, to your country kind, To crown her with the refuse of mankind. As if the new Rome, which your schemes unfold, Were to be built on rapine, like the old, While her asylum openly provides For every ruffian every nation hides. Will you ftill tempt the great avenger's blow, And force the bolt which he is loath to throw ? Have there too few already bit the plains, To make you feek new Prestons and Dumblains? Yet thofe of mercy fure fhould longer laft. Say, is it rafhnefs or despair provokes Your harden'd hearts to these repeated strokes ? Reply: Behold, their looks, their fouls declare, All pale with guilt, and dumb with deep despair. Hear then, you fons of blood, your deftin'd fate, Hear, ere you fin too soon repent too late. Madly you try to weaken George's reign, And ftem the ftream of Providence in vain. By right, by worth, by wonders, made our own, ON THE KING OF SPAIN. PALLAS, deftructive to the Trojan line, Raz'd their proud walls, though built by hands But Love's bright goddess, with propitious grace, Thus the fam'd empire where the Iber flows, CARLISLE's a name can every Mufe infpire; THE SAME. AT once the Sun and Carlisle took their way, To warm the frozen north, and kindle day; The flowers to both their glad creation ow'd, Their virtues he, their beauties fhe bestow'd. LADY ESSEX. THE braveft hero, and the brightest dame, THE SAME. To Effex fill the sprightly wine; LADY HYDE. THE God of Wine grows jealous of his art, ON LADY HYDE IN CHILD-BED. HYDE, though in agonies, her graces keeps, A thousand charms the nymph's complaints adorn; In tears of dew fo mild Aurora weeps, But her bright offspring is the chearful morn. LADY WHARTON. WHEN Jove to Ida did the gods invite, PROLOGUE PROLOGUE, DESIGNED FOR TAMER LANE. O-DAY a mighty hero comes, to warm TO-DAY Your curdling blood, and bid you, Britons, arm. His fword deftroys lefs than his mercy faves, But you, difdaining to be too fecure, Afk his protection, and yet grudge his power. Britons, for fhame! your factious feuds decline, |