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RICHMOND LODGE. The kingly prophet well evinces, That we should put no trust in princes : My royal master promis'd me To raise me to a high degree; But now he's grown a king, God wot, I fear I shall be soon forgot. You see, when folks have got their ends, How quickly they neglect their friends; Yet I may say, 'twixt me and you, Pray God, they now may find as true !
My house was built but for a show,
and I been courtiers born,
No more the Dean, that grave divine,
RICHMOND LODGE. Here wont the Dean, when he's to seek; To spunge a breakfast once a week; To cry the bread was stale, and mutter Complaints against the royal butter. But now I fear it will be said, No butter sticks upon his bread. We soon shall find him full of spleen, For want of tattling to the queen; Stunning her royal ears with talking; His reverence and her highness walking : -While lady Charlotte *, like a stroller, Sits mounted on the garden-roller. A goodly sight to see her ride With ancient Mirmont + at her side. In velvet cap his head lies warm; His hat for show' beneatb his arm.
Some South Sea broker from the city
Lady Charlotte de Roussy, a French lady. H. † Marquis de Mirmont, a Frenchman of quality. H.
Chang’d for the worse in every part,
In my own Thames may I be drownded,
Then let him come and take a map In summer on my verdant lap: Prefer our villas, where the Thames is, To Kensington, or hot St. James's; Nor shall I dull in silence sit; For 'tis to me he owes his wit; My groves, my echoes, and my birds, Have taught him his poetick words. We gardens, and you wildernesses, Assist all poets in distresses. Him twice a week I here expect, To rattle Moody * for neglect; An idle rogue, who spends his quartridge In tippling at the Dog and Partridge; And I can hardly get him down Tbice times a week to brush my gown.
* The gardener, H.
Kind Richmond Lodge, the same to you.
DESIRE AND POSSESSION. 1727.
'Tis strange what different thoughts inspire
A moralist profoundly sage
Possession, and Desire his brother,
Desire, the swifter of the two,
He strove to pick up all he found,
Possession kept the beaten road,
Desire had now the goal in sight : It was a tower of monstrous height; Where on the summit Fortune stands, A crown and sceptre in her hands; Beneath a chasm as deep as Hell, Where many a bold adventurer fell. Desire in rapture gaz'd a while, And saw the treacherous goddess smile; But, as he climb’d to grasp the crown, She knock'd him with the sceptre downt He tumbled in the gulf profound; There doom'd to whirl an endless. round.
Possession's load was grown so great, He sunk beneath the cumbrous weight : And, as he now expiring lay, Flocks every ominous bird of prey's The raven, vulture, owl, and kite, At once upon his carcase light, And strip bis hide, and pick his bones, Regardless of his dying groans.