Gens affueta mari, & pedibus percurrere rupes, CAR BERY J ROCKS, TRANSLATED BY DR. DUNKIN.. O! from the top of yonder cliff, that shrouds Its airy head amidst the azure clouds, Hangs a huge fragment; deftitute of props, Prone on the waves the rocky ruin drops; With hoarfe rebuff the fwelling feas rebound, From fhore to fhore the rocks return the found: The dreadful murmur heaven's high convex cleaves,. And Neptune fhrinks beneath his fubject waves : For long the whirling winds and beating tides Had fcoop'd a vault into its nether sides. Now yields the bafe, the fummits nod, now urge Their headlong course, and lafh the founding furge. Not louder noife could shake the guilty world, When Jove heap'd mountains upon mountains hurl'd; Retorting Pelion from his dread abode, To crush Earth's rebel-fons beneath the load. Oft Oft' too with hideous yawn the cavern wide Prefents an orifice on either fide, A difinal orifice, from fea to fea Extended, pervious to the God of Day: But when bleak Winter with his fullen train Waves rush o'er waves, rebellows fhore to fhore. Now pale with terror, while the ocean foams, The goats, while pendent from the mountain-top Wearies with vows the monarch of the main. UPON THE HORRID PLOT` DISCOVERED BY HARLEQUIN, The Bishop of ROCHESTER'S French Dog *. In a Dialogue between a WHIG and a TORY. 17235: I ASK'D a Whig the other night, How came this wicked plot to light? Said I, from thence I nothing know; Porter, and Prendergaft, and Oates, And forty others I could name. WHIG. But, you must know, this dog was lame. Your evidence was lame: proceed : Come, help your lame dog o'er the style.. WHIG Sir, you mistake me all this while : I mean a dog (without a joke) Can howl, and bark, but never fpoke. TORY. I'm ftill to feek, which dog you mean Whether cur Plunkeit, or whelp Skean, An English or an Irish hound; Or t' other puppy, that was drown'd; See the "State Trials," Vol. VI Or . Or Mafon, that abandon'd bitch: Then pray be free, and tell me which: That all the nee they made was barking.. WHIG. Besides, this horrid plot was found By Neynoe, after he was drown'd....... TORY. Why then the proverb is not right,, Since you can teach dead dogs to bite. WHIG. I prov'd my propofition full: But jacobites are ftrangely dull. Now let me tell you plainly, Sir, Our witnefs is a real cur, A dog of spirit for his years, Has twice two legs, two hanging ears; His answers were exceeding pretty TORY. Then all this while have I been bubbled, That he 's to have a place at court. WHIG. Yes, and a place he will grow rich in; A turn-fpit in the royal kitchen. Sir, to be plain, I tell you what, And, when we found the dog begin it, A dog and bishop ne'er was feen, STELLA |