A coming Show'r your fhooting Corns prefage,
Old Aches throb, your hollow Tooth will rage.
Sauntring in Coffee-house is Dulman seen ;
He damns the Climate, and complains of Spleen.

(Wings,

MEAN while the South rifing with dabbled A Sable Cloud a-thawrt the Welkin flings, That swill'd more Liquor than it could contain, And like a Drunkard gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her Linen from the Rope, While the first drizzling Show'r is born aslope,

(Quean Such is that Sprinkling which fome careless Flirts on you from her Mop, but not fo clean. You fly, invoke the Gods; then turning, ftop To rail; the finging, still whirls on her Mop. Not yet, the Duft had shun'd th' unequal Strife, But aided by the Wind, fought ftill for Life;

And watted with its Foe by violent Gust,

(was Duft. 'Twas doubtful which was Rain, and which Ah! where must needy Poet seek for Aid, When Duft and Rain at once his Coat invade; His only Coat, where Dust confus'd with Rain, Roughen the Nap, and leave a mingled Stain.

(down,

NOW in contiguous Drops the Flood comes Threat'ning with Deluge this Devoted Town. To Shops in Crouds the dagged Females fly, Pretend to cheapen Goods, but nothing buy.

(broach, The Templer fpruce, while ev'ry Spout's aStays till 'tis fair, yet feems to call a Coach.

(Strides, The tuck'd up Sempftrefs walks with hafty

(Sides.

While Streams run down her oil'd Umbrella's

Here

Here various Kinds by various Fortunes led,
Commence Acquaintance underneath a Shed.
Triumphant Tories, and defponding Whigs,
Forget their Fewds, and join to save their Wigs.
Box'd in a Chair the Beau impatient fits,
While Spouts run clatt'ring o'er theRoof by Fits;
And ever and anon with frightful Din
The Leather founds, he trembles from within.
So when TroyChair-men bore the WoodenSteed.
Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be freed.
(Those Bully Greeks, who, as the Modenrs do,
Instead of paying Chair-men, run them thro'.)
Laoco'n ftruck the Outfide with his Spear,
And each imprison'd Hero quak'd for Fear.

(flow,

NOW from all Parts the fwelling Kennels And bear their Trophies with them as they go : Filth of all Hues and Odours feem to tell

(Smell.

What Street they fail'd from, by their Sight and

They,

They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force FromSmithfield,orSt. Pulchre's fhape theirCourse, And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn-Bridge. (and Blood,

Sweepings from Butchers Stalls, Dung, Guts

(in Mud,

Drown'd Puppies, ftinging Sprats,all drench'd

(down the Flood, Dead Cats and Turnip-Tops come tumbling)

The

The Following Poem being judged by fome to to be after the Authors manner, I have ventured to Print it.

THE

VIRTUES

O F

Sid Hamet the MAGICIAN'S

ROD.

T

Written, 1710.

HE Rod was but a harmless Wand,
While Mofes held it in his Hand,

But foon as e'er he laid it down,
'Twas a devouring Serpent grown.

OUR