ber Dog-Fish had a pickled Tail; Which Tail was in a Tub. VIII. And eke this Tub was his Clofeftool, So close that nought was lost; For his E-va-cu-a-ti-ons Were made a parte poft. IX. A parte poft; thefe Words fo hard, Their Meaning in plain English is, X. From far and near, this Dog to fee, Came Skullers and came Oars; Cits, Cuckolds; Cuckold-makers, Beaux; XI. Came XI. Came thick and threefold Wappineers; Came Shoals from Batterfea, tho' cut For Simples, to the Folly. XII. For at the Folly, you must know, And, like my Lord Mayor in his Barge, XIII. To fee him, all their Testers gave; And fo our Dog he bit 'em all : "Tis well he was not mad. XIV. So Cash came in, and Stock run high; Rare Hope of Dividend! The The Word it now was Cent. per Cent. But mark ye, Sirs, the End. XV. They, too intent on Cent. per Cent. Their growing Gains pursue; And Penny-wife, alack! forget XVI. His Flounders they forgot to bring, Nor laid they Salt upon his Tail: And fo poor Toby dy'd. XVII. Tho' the Dog-star, the Learned fay, Now mounting up the Skies, Upon his Rival here below Look'd down with envious Eyes; XVIII. And growl'd, and cock'd his Tail, and thence Shot forth a killing Ray; Now I am rifing, thou fhalt fet; Each Dog must have his Day. XIX. So Toby dy'd: But if the Muse, My Mufe, can ought foretell; Babes yet unborn fhall fing his Fame, In this fame Dog-ger-ell, XX. Then wish we all, fince from One Dog That four and twenty Ships, next Year, ! An ODE of ANACREON, tranflated after the Greek Measure. Δότε μοι, δότ ̓, ὦ γυναϊκες, &c. Ive, ye Nymphs, O give your Lover, See me panting, glowing, firing! See me, fee me just expiring! Give, ye Nymphs, from yonder Bowers, Give me Wreaths of cooling Flowers; See my Garlands all are wasted, By my blazing Temples blasted! But if Flames of Love invade Thee, What, O what, my Heart, can fhade Thee! |