( 273 ) ESSAY S. POETICAL PROLOGUE to the new Comedy of the But, Ladies, blame not your gaming MAID of BATH. WRITTEN by D. GARRICK, Efq; Spouses, For you, as well as they, have PIDGEONHoufes ! To change the Figure--formerly I've been WHO but has read, if you have Toftraggling Follies only WHIPPER-IN read at all, Of one, they JACK THE GIANT-KIL. LER call: He was a bold, ftout, able-bodied man, To clear the world of FEE, FAW, FUM, his plan. Whene'er a MONSTER had within his power A young and tender VIRGIN to devour, To cool his Blood, JACK, like a skilful Surgeon, Bled well the MONSTER, and released the VIRGIN: Like the best Doctors, did a method learn Of curing Fevers, never to return. Mayn't this GIANT-KILLING Trade (too. I fave my VIRGIN, and my MONSTER Though I can't boast, like JACK, a List of Slain, renew? I wield a Lancet, and can breathe a Vein; To his Herculean Arm my Nerves are weak, He cleft his foes, I only make mine squeak; As Indians wound their Slaves to please the Court, I'll tickle mine, GREAT SIRS, to make you port. To prove myself an humble Imitator, GIANTS are VICES, and JACK stands for Satire: By Tropes and Figures, as it Fancy fuits, Paffions rife Moniters, Men fink down to Brutes; All talk and write in allegorick Diction, Each daily paper Allegory teaches- Deals much in Fiction to pass off their For whence the Roaring there?-From The gaming Fools are DoVES, the LAME DUCKS! VOL. VI. By royal Bounty rais'd, Í mount the Back Of my own Hunter, and I keep the PACK: Tallyo!-a rank old Fox we now pursue, So ftrong the Scent, you'll run him full in View: If we can't kill fuch BRUTES in human Shape, Let's fright 'em, that your CHICKENS may escape; Roufe 'em, when o'er their tender Prey they're Grumbling, And rub their Gums at least, to mar their Mumbling. EPILOGUE to the new Comedy of the MAID of BATH. Written by Mr. CUMBERLAND. Spoken by Mrs. JEWELL. CONFI ONFIDING in the Justice of the To you the Maid of Bath fubmits her Wrong'd, and defeated of three several Spouses, She lays her damages for nine full Houses. Well, Sirs, you've heard the Parties, pro and con. Do the Pro's carry it? Shall the Suit go on? Speak Hearts for us, to them we make Appeal: Tell us not what you think but what you feel. Ask us, why bring a private Cause to View? ('tis true: We answer, with a Sigh becaufe For tho' Invention is our Poet's Trade, Here he but copies parts, which others play'd. Side, For on a Ramble, late one ftarry Night, M m For 274 POETICAL ESSAY S. For in thefe rank luxuriant times there needs Some strong bold Hand to pluck the noxious Weeds. The Rake of Sixty, crippl'd Hand and Who fins on Claret, and repents on Tea: The undomeftic Amazonian Dame, These are the Victims of our Poet's Plan, But moft, that Monfter an unfeeling Man. When fuch a Foe provokes him to the Fight, (Knight: Guarded by providence, Of loyal hearts around; Than make thy praise refound? Hail, London, nurse of arts, Imperial Queen of marts, In Wilkes, and Bull rejoice. Within thy walls by choice! T. S. Tho' main'd, out fallies the puiffant A Tranflation of an Eastern ODE, on Like Withrington, maintains the glori ous Strife, And only yields his Laurels with his Life. A new SON G, Addreffed to John Wilkes, Efq; Member of Parliament for Middlefex, Alderman of Farringdon Ward Without, and who was July 1, 1771, with Frederick Bull, Efq; elected Sheriff of London and Middlesex, by a respectable majority of the Livery. To the tune of Blow, blow thou Winter's Wind, &c. O Liberty, e'er while The glory of our ifle, Yet Patriots ftill there be, Retire, ye flavish fools, Back to your latitude. Stand firm, thou Wilkes fo bold, Intrepid for the laws. Affert thy conntry's cause. the Spring. fcene Burft into flowers, & brighten into green. No more the streams the freezing North obey; Their captive waters freely wind away. With joy, with love, the winged worlds are bleft, And strain to melody each little breast. O, yield thy hours, to this fair seafon yield! Leave the funn'd city for the ftrifeles field: Their early race'twas there thy fathers ran; The only dwelling nature meant for man. If pleas'd with virtues, genuine though obfcure, Charms that are guiltless, pleasures that are pure, In nature's pointed eloquence to trace Her mighty Maker's wildom, and his grace; If fcenes like these may purer pleasures (field. Leave the ftunn'd city for the ftrifeless yield, No pale chagrin fhall plains or groves impart, For nature bears no hatred in her heart: With her the lover feeks the lonely vale, Breathes his fond vows, and trufts his tender tale. While every charm that every sense can know, The mingled bounties of her hand bestow. Health, POETICAL ESSAYS Health, freedom, fragrance in the pregnant sky, The green's mild freshness opening on the eye; And, oh! the founds that melt, that melt away, When Philomela pours her liquid lay! To mufic's voice, to Mufic's foft controul, Yield the rapt ear, and render all the foul: Love, grief, and rage, her various notes infpire; The poet peaks not plainer then the lyre. Seiz'd are his honours, and excell'd his art, While the rapt ear holds commerce with the heart. A POEM on the prefent Times. OR fome great curse executive as dread, FOR Hot hiffing inftant from the starry throne, To ftrike the villain's execrable head, Who first destroy'd our title to our own. Hear, ye mad factions of the prefent race, Who wildly rage with difcord's dang'rous brand, And call a fhameless enmity for place Who nobly ficken at a country's groan, And, acting always from the wifeft view, Have fought from honeft principle alone! Let ftar-eyed juftice ever be your rule, Which all of felf indignantly difowns; And fcorns as much to be a party's too! As crouch the fervile fycophant of thrones. 275 276 POETICAL ESSAYS. What, though beneath the everlasting breeze, With fcarce a pittance of the meaneft bread, Through life's long round you miserably freeze, And none e'er find a shelter, but the dead: Yet fate, in all it's bitterness, was kind, And thew'd fome marks of tenderness and care; Beftow'da blefs'd unthinkingness of mind, And gave a happy promptitude to bear. But Britons, form'd of very different mould, At ev'ry touch intuitively fmart, And, greatly juft, as generously bold, The imal ett dagger pierces to the heart, How then must Britons murmur at their fate, If candid fenfe decides upon the cause; When ev'n the mere amufements of the great Can tab the vital effence of our Laws? When ev'n the hand of Legiflative rule, Which once stood guardian at diftreis's door, Extends the pow'r of ev'ry wealthy fool, And nobly makes it guilty to be poor? INDIGNANS RUSTICUS. An original ESSAY on WOMAN, in four Epifles, written by a Lady. T HE fair Author of thefe Epiftles, whofe name is faid to be Montague, endeavours in a pleating manner to vindicate the honour of her Sex against the unjuft farcasms that have been thrown upon them by the Men. The Epiftles are addrefled to the Coterie, and are particularly calculated for the entertainment and inftruction of the female Reader. The following are fome of our Author's directions for the choice of a Hufband: Let not a Perfon render prudence vain ; For fairest bodies foulett minds contain. But if a worthy Man, with beauty blett, Gains the receffes of your tender breast; Curb ev'ry thought that iprings from youthful blood, And think it but an accidental good: With fuch, goid cannot give you solid joy, INDEX to the Oxford Magazine. VOLUME A A BINGTON, Mrs. Memoirs of 105 VI. of Alexowna, Catharine, Spouse to Peter the 181 Act against counterfeiting Cop- Almida, Account of the Tragedy of 22 Anecdote, of Father La Valette 200 per-Coin, abftract of extraordinary, of an English -- 262 -A Acquifition the unfortunate, -An uncommon Cafe addressed -To any agreeable young Lady Sailor 11 |