The Works of the English Poets: Somervile

will be

A lion rampant, ftout and able,
Argent the field, the border fable;
The gay
efcutcheon look'd as fine,
As any new-daub'd country fign.
Thus having done what he decreed,
Home he returns with all his fpeed:
"Here, fon," said he, "fince you
"A gentleman in spight of me;
"Here, fir, this gorgeous bauble take,
"How well it will become a rake!
"Be what you feem: this is your share;
"But honest Numps shall be my heir;
"To him I'll leave my whole estate,
"Left my brave race degenerate."

THE

HAPPY LUNATICK:

To Doctor M. A TAL E.

WHEN faints were cheap in good Nol's reign,

As finners now in Drury-Lane;

Wrapt up in mysteries profound,

A faint perceiv'd his head turn round :
Whether the sweet and favoury wind,
That should have been discharg'd behind,
For want of vent had upward fled,
And feiz'd the fortrefs of his head;
Ye fage philofophers, debate:
I folve no problems intricate.
That he was mad, to me is clear,
Elfe why should he, whose nicer ear
Could never bear church-mufick here,
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Dream

Dream that he heard the bleft above,
Chanting in hymns of joy and love?
Organs themselves, which were of yore
The mufick of the fcarlet whore,
Are now with transport heard. In fine,
Ravish'd with harmony divine,

All earthly bleffings he defies,
The guest and favourite of the skies.
At laft, his too officious friends
The doctor call, and he attends :
The patient cur'd, demands his fee.
"Curfe on thy farting pills and thee,”
Reply'd the faint: "ah! to my coft
"I'm cur'd: but where 's the heaven I loft?
"Go, vile deceiver, get thee hence,
"Who'd barter Paradife for fenfe?"
Ev'n fo bemus'd (that is, poffeft),
With raptures fir'd, and more than bleft;
In pompous epick, towering odes,
I ftrut with heroes, feaft with gods;
Enjoy by turns the tuneful quire,
For me they touch each golden lyre.
Happy delufion! kind deceit !

Till you, my friend, reveal the cheat;
Your eye fevere, traces each fault,

Each fwelling word, each tinfel thought.
Cur'd of my frenzy, I despise
Such trifles, ftript of their difguife,
Convinc'd, and miferably wife.

CON

An Ode, humbly inscribed to his Grace the Duke
of Marlborough, upon his Removal from all
his Places

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To Mr. Addifon, occafioned by his purchasing an
Eftate in Warwickshire

An Ode, occafioned by the Duke of Marlborough's
embarking for Oftend, An. 1712

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An Imitation of the Ninth Ode of the Fourth
Book of Horace. Infcribed to the Right Ho-
nourable James Stanhope, Efq; one of his Ma-
jefty's Principal Secretaries of State, afterwards
Earl Stanhope