SONG.

TO CHLOE kind and CHLOE fair, With sparkling eye and flowing hair, Tune the harp, and raise the song; Such as to Beauty doth belong!

Let the strain be sweet and clear; Such as through the listening ear, In well according harmony, May with the 'tranced soul agree!

She is Pleasure's blooming Queen: In the morn more fresh her mien, When awaken'd from repose,

Than the summer's dewy rose:
In the ev❜ning brighter far

Than the ocean-bathed star.

And when Night, the friend of love,

Bids the silent hour improve,

To the ravish'd senses She

Gives joy, and bliss, and ecstasy.

THE

RENOWNED HISTORY AND RARE

ACHIEVEMENTS

OF

JOHN WILKES.

AN HEROIC BALLAD.

DICERE RES GRANDES NOSTRO DAT MUSA POETE.

FULL often I have read, inscrib’d

On parchment and on vellum,

The deeds of ancient heroes and

The chances that befel 'em ;

And ballads I have heard rehears'd

By harmonists itinerant,

Who modern worthies celebrate,

Yet scarcely make a dinner on't:

Some of whom sprang from noble race,

And some were in pigstye born;

Persius, Sat. 1.

Dependent upon royal grace,
Or triple tree of Tyburn.

And sundry gallants yet unsung,
Who scarcely have their fellows,
Amendments move in parliament,

Or live by mending bellows :

But of all who were or will be sung

In solemn stave or ditty,

There's none can vie with JOHNNY WILKES,

The Chamberlain of the City.

CHORUS.

JOHN WILKES he was for Middlesex,
They chose him knight of the shire':
And he made a fool of Alderman BULL,
And call'd Parson HORNE a lyar.

Homer, for provender and fame,
When he was blind and pennyless,
Descanted of the Spartan Dame

Who a cuckold made of Menelaus:

His heroes' sounding names you've heard,

Whose blood or brains were spill'd in

Troy's siege, as long as Nestor's beard,
Which rooks their nests did build in.

Virgil Æneas sung, of yore

Approv❜d a valiant soldier;

Thro' slaughter, smoke, and flame, he bore

His dad upon his shoulder:

(Else had some swaggering Grecian boy

Soon made a hole in his skin,

And spitted him in burning Troy

To roast like a pork griskin.)
Æneas hence for piety

Was fam'd, or folks belie him;
Yet Helenus was as good as he,

And chaplain to King Priam.

But why the merits do I vaunt

Of chaplain or of layman?

JOHN WILKES was brave as John of Gaunt,

Religious as a Bramin:

Where wit or weapon came in play

Nothing for JOHN was too hard;

He wrote against the King all day,

And at night he fought his Steward.*

* A minute detail of the duel which Mr. Wilkes fought with Lord Talbot, Steward of the Household, is given in "Letters to " and from Mr. Wilkes," published in 1769.