At Berlin long to tarry: Oh, GEORGE, if pertness have the power To make Him rise ambassadour,* Let Me be secretary! He was Ambassador at the court of Dresden at this time. AN ODE ΤΟ SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS; OCCASIONED BY SEEING AN ODE INSCRIBED TO LORD CHESTERFIELD. WHO'S this? what! Hanbury the lyric? In fearful dread of fighting? Think you, because you basely fled On odes you still may venture? Or wipe off scandal left at home, * Cynthius aurem vellit et admonuit. No; Stanhope chuses thy abuse, Whose very praise is satire; For well he knows the worthless knight is Just such another as Thersites, For bulk, abuse, and stature. If charg'd with courage man should be, (Like powder in artillery, Proportion'd to the barrel) Can'st thou, a blunderbuss so large, Then quit these dangerous trifling lays, With low abuse, or empty praise, 'Tis nonsense all and folly; Or if you will be writing odes, Write birth-day odes for Colley.* * Colley Cibber, who was Poet Laureat at this time. There may you stretch poetic wing, Sing peace or war, GOD BLESS THE K—g, Then should old Cibber chance to die, Perhaps you'll get the bays. AN ODE TO LORD LINCOLN. I. O LINCOLN! joy of womankind! Gods! with what pow'rs are you endu❜d! "Tis Nor Hercules so strong. II. now my pen employs, And since I sing of heav'nly joys, From heav'n my notes I'll bring: And tho' the lyric strain I chuse, I'll open like the Mantuan Museand the man I sing." |