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TO THE MOST HONOURABLE
THE EARL OF OXFORD,
THE LORD HIGH TREASURER*.
The Epigrammatical Petition of your Lordship's moft humble Servant,
I'M no more to converfe with the swains,
One can live without money on plains,
But never without it at court.
If when with the fwains I did gambol,
When abroad and in courts I shall ramble,
Pray, my lord, how much money will do?
*See, in Swift's Works, a letter from Mr. Gay, dated June 8, 1714. N.
BIRTH OF THE SQUIRE.
IN IMITATION OF THE POLLIO OF VIRGIL.
YE fylvan Mufes, loftier strains recite:
Not all in fhades and humble cots delight. Hark! the bells ring; along the diftant grounds The driving gales convey the fwelling founds; Th' attentive fwain, forgetful of his work, With gaping wonder, leans upon his fork. What fudden news alarms the waking morn? To the glad Squire a hopeful heir is born. Mourn, mourn, ye ftags, and all ye beafts of chace; This hour deftruction brings on all your race: See the pleas'd tenants duteous offerings bear, Turkeys and geese and grocers' sweetest ware; With the new health the ponderous tankard flows, And old October reddens every nofe.
Beagles and spaniels round his cradle stand,
The bee fhall fip the fragrant dew from flowers,
His Sire's exploits he now with wonder hears,
He leads the ftaring infant through the hall,
Tells, how this flag through three whole counties fled,
The forward boy fhall one day make his own.
The most common accident to Sportsmen, to hunt
a witch in the fhape of a hare.
Ah, too fond mother, think the time draws nigh, That calls the darling from thy tender eye; How fhall his fpirit brook the rigid rules, And the long tyranny of grammar-schools? Let younger brothers o'er dull authors plod, Lafh'd into Latin,by the tingling rod; No, let him never feel that smart disgrace : Why should he wifer prove than all his race? When ripening youth with down o'erfhades his chin, incites to fin;
The milk-maid (thoughtlefs of her future fhame)
But think, Prifcilla, on that dreadful time,
On fam'd St. Hubert's feaft, his winding horn
Shall cheer the joyful hound, and wake the morn:
Shall urge with bloody heel the rifing steed.