The Winds my Pray'rs, my Sighs, my Numbers. bear,

The flying Winds have loft them all in Air!
Oh when, alas! fhall more aufpicious Gales
To these fond Eyes restore thy welcome Sails?.
If you return-ah why thefe long Delays ?
Poor Sapho dies while careless Phaon stays.
O launch thy Bark, nor fear the Watry Plain;
Venus for thee fhall fmooth her native Main.
O launch thy Bark, fecure of profp'rous Gales;
Cupid for thee fhall spread the swelling Sails.
If you will fly-(yet ah! what Cause can be,
Too cruel Youth, that you should fly from me ?)
If not from Phaon I must hope for Ease,
Ah let me feek it from the raging Seas:
To raging Seas unpity'd I'll remove,

And either ceafe to live, or cease to love!

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A

SATIRE.

By Mr. WHITEHEAD.

Paulus vel Coffus vel Drufus MORIBUS efto.

JUVENAL.

LONDON:
Printed in the Year MDCCXXXIX.

that worft Plague — a Court. "'Midft the mad Manfions of Moor-fields, I'd be "A Straw-crown'd Monarch, in mock Majesty; "Rather than Sovereign rule Britannia's Fate, "Curs'd with the Follies and the Farce of State. "Rather in Newgate Walls, O! let me dwell, "A doleful Tenant of the darkling Cell, "Than fwell in Palaces the mighty Store

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Of Fortune's Fools, and Parafites of Pow'r.

"Than

"Than Crowns, Ye Gods! be any State my Doom; "Or any Dungeon; but a Drawing-Room.

"THRICE happy Patriot, whom no Courts debafe,

"No Titles leffen, and no Stars disgrace. "Still nod the Plumage o'er the brainless Head ; "Still o'er the faithless Heart the Ribband spread. "Such Toys may serve to fignalize the Tool, "To gild the Knave, or garnish out the Fool; "While, You, with Roman Virtue arm'd, difdain

"The tinfel Trappings and the glitt'ring Chain : "Fond of your Freedom fpurn the venal Fee, "And prove He's only Great

Free.

who dares be

THUS fung Philemon in his calm Retreat,

Too wife for Pow', too virtuous to be great.

BUT whence this Rage at Courts? reply'd his

Grace.

Say, is the mighty Crime, to be in Place?

Is that the deadly Sin, mark'd out by Heav'n,
For which no Mortal e'er can be forgiv'n ?
Muft All, All fuffer, who in Courts engage,
Down from Lord Steward, to the puny Page?

Can