But declar'd that no Bard should this honour inherit,. First, one who believ'd he excell'd in tranflation, Founds his claim on the doctrine of man's tranfmigration: "Since the foul of great Milton was given to me, "I hope the convention will quickly agree." "Agree!" quoth Apollo: "from whence is this fool? "Is he just come from reading Pythagoras at school? "Be gone! Sir, you 've got your fubfcriptions in time,. "And given in return neither reafon nor rhyme." To the next, fays the God, " Though now I won't ❝ chufe you, "I'll tell you the reason for which I refufe you: "Which to beauty and youth preferr'd judgement and ❝ wit; “That, to make you a Laureat, I gave the first voice,, "Infpiring the Britons t'approve of my choice. Jove fent her to me, her power to try; "The Goddefs of Beauty what God can deny ? **She “She forbids your preferment; I grant her defire. "Appease the fair Goddess: you then may rise higher.” The next that appear'd had good hopes of fucceeding, For he merited much for his wit and his breeding. 'Twas wife in the Britons no favour to show him, He else might expect they should pay what they owe him. And therefore they prudently chose to discard The Patriot, whose merits they would not reward. The God, with a fmile, bad his favourite advance, "You were fent by Aftræa her Envov to France : "You bent your ambition to rife in the state; "I refuse you, because you could stoop to be great.” Then a Bard who had been a fuccefsful Tranflator. "The Convention allows me a Verfificator." Says Apollo, "You mention the least of your merit; "I esteem you so well, that, to tell you the truth, "Twas I taught your fubjects to walk through the "ftreets." "You taught them to walk! why, they knew it before: "But give me the Bard that can teach them to foar. "Whenever he claims, 'tis his right, I'll confefs, "Who lately attempted my ftyle with fuccefs; "Who writes like Apollo has most of his fpirit, And therefore 'tis just I distinguish his merit ; "Who "Who makes it appear, by all he has writ, "Who admires the ancients, and knows 'tis their due, "Yet writes in a manner entirely new; "Though none with more ease their depths can explore, "Yet whatever he wants he takes from my ftore; "Though I'm fond of his virtues, his pride I can fee, “In scorning to borrow from any but me; "It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his lays "Enlighten the world by reflecting my rays." This faid, the whole audience foon found out his drift: The convention was fummon'd in favour of Swift. The RUN upon the BANKERS. 1720. TH HE bold encroachers on the deep Money, the life-blood of the nation, Its motion and its heat maintains. Becaufe Becaufe 'tis lordly not to pay, "Make pinions for themselves to fly :” "That they had never known their letters." Conceive the works of midnight hags, So powerful are a banker's bills, Where creditors demand their due; They break up counters, doors, and tills, And leave the empty chefts in view. Thus when an earthquake lets in light Upon the god of gold and hell, Unable to endure the fight, He hides within his darkest cell. As when a conjurer takes a lease A baited banker thus defponds, How will the caitiff wretch be fcar'd, At the laft trumpet unprepar'd, And all his grand account to make! For in that universal call Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters; When other hands the scales fhall hold, The |