For if the Sea fhould fink fo how,

To leave you dry upon the Beach;

Bulk,

You'll owe your Ruin to your
Your Foes already waiting ftand,
To tear you like a founder'd Hulk,
While you lie helplefs on the Sand.

Thus, when a Whale hath loft the Tide,
The Coafters crow'd to feize the Spoil;
The Monster into Parts divide,
And ftrip the Bone, and melt the Oil.

Oh! may fome Western Tempefts fweep
Thofe Locufts, whom our Fruits have fed,
That Plague, DIRECTORS! to the Deep,
Driv'n from the South-Sea to the Red

May He, whom Nature's Laws obey,.
Who lifts the Poor, and finks the Proud,
Quiet the Raging of the Sea,
And fill the Madness of the Croud.

The Nation then too late will find, Computing all their Coft and Trouble, DIRECTORS Promises but Wind, South-Sea at beft a mighty BBBLE..

T°

The PAINTER.

O try a mighty PAINTER's Art,
Who boafted to excel,

And beautify each Natʼral Part,
Tho' featur'd ne'er fo well.

A

BALLA D.

P

Ardon, Great A----- E, what here is writ,
A Moment's Time confider it,
Then, Madam, do as you think fit

Let not the French Champaigne go down,
Burn his rich Silks, and wear your own,
Or else you'll fill this wond'ring Town

hereafter.

with Laughter,

What ftops your Arms? What makes you paufe?
Push on, it is a glorious Cause,

Let not a beaten Prince give Laws

to Britain,

That

That you should firft lead up the Dance,
To make a fourvy Peace with France,
When you to Paris might advance.

If Spain and India he preferve,
BRITAIN for want of Trade may starve.
Those that advise to it deferve

Be not thus banter'd by your Foes,
Call back again your Plenipo's,
Go, pull the Hector, by the Nofe

You never can Affiftance lack,
Send home Uxel and Polignac ;
Bid Lewis call his Grandfon Back

Is't fitting?

the Gallows.

in's Falace

and take him.

Or treat with him where Cannons roar,
And if he will not own your Power,
Send Marlbro to the Field once more,

Each honeft Peer has told his Mind,
Our Commons ftill will Money find,
Your Soldiers are to fight inclin'd;

he'll make him.

what hinders

But you your shatter'd Foes may beat,
Advance your Arms to Paris Gate,
Infult his Coaft, and burn his Fleet

to Cinders?

Why should you be led by the Nofe,
When you have Nine Years bear your Foes?
Hell, or the Lord of -----d knows,

Be counsell'd by your Houfe of Peers,
Then hang the Knaves that buz your Ears,
And fill your Head with panick Fears

To make a haughty Monarch bow
The Mighty WILLIAM taught you how,
Who in Politick Word faid now

or no Man..

Of Woman.

or never.

Difcard the Knave that brought you in,
Let Marlbro' once more meet Eugene,
And they'll make you a Glorious QUEEN

for ever.

PRO