Then, to the case in point you know,

Both must be misapplied

Till L*****dale has wit to shew,
And Stanhope shame to hide.--

God save King George, and give his
To George the Prince of Wales;
And to all British Peers a case,

Wherein to keep their tails!

grace

Queen Charlotte's welfare Heav'n promote, And show'r its gifts upon her;

And from each noble Sans-Culotte

Defend the Maids of Honour !

As he ponder'd the task, to himself thus he said:

"Since a Head I must make, what's a head but a

Noddle?

"So I think I had best take my own for a model."

Derry down, &c.

Then his work our Projector began out of hand,
The outside he constructed with rubbish and sand,
But brains on this Head had been quite thrown away,
Those he kept for himself, so he lined it with clay.

An head thus compacted and well put together
Bade defiance, he thought, both to water and weather,
With profound admiration must strike all beholders,
And all heads must surpass but the head on his
shoulders.

The fam'd Friar Bacon he 'counted an ass,

Tho' the head that He made was a blockhead of brass; And he little suspected it e'er should be said,

That himself all this while was not right in his Head.

But the water at length, to his utter dismay,

A bank-ruptcy made, and his Head ran away;

'Twas a thick head for certain; but, had it been

thicker,

No head can endure that is always in liquor.

It was owing no doubt to some capital error,

That one Broken Head struck the country with terror; Yet 'twas well for the folks whom this deluge sur

rounded

That, born to be hang'd, there were

none of them

drowned.

Trump's Mill in the bottom was never supplied,
Since first it went round, with so plenteous a tide :
Yet the Miller he wish'd that our Head-maker's skill
Less water had sent and more grist to his mill.

Our Projector in truth left him little to brag on,

When his meal-sacks march'd off without horses or

waggon;

And to rescue himself he must fain stir his stumps :

Such an odd trick was play'd on this Miller of Trump's!

Yet *** full as ill as the Miller has sped,

And atones for his fault with the loss of his Head:

Tho' some folks will tell you, (believe 'em who list)

Long ago had he lost it, 't would ne'er have been miss'd.

Now, although I must own 'tis a difficult case,
In discussing this head, to preserve a grave face;
More compassion its Maker may challenge than satire,

Since 'tis plain that he can't keep his Head above

water.

This at least may be urg'd in his favour I deem;

His is not the first Head which has gone with the

stream:

And as for his Honour-'tis safe you may swear,
Since Butler has told us that lodges elsewhere.*

Hence, by way of a Moral, the fallacy's shewn
Of the maxim that Two Heads are better than One;
For none e'er was so scurvily dealt with before,

By the Head that he made, and the Head that he wore.

Derry down, &c.

Hudibras gave him a twitch,

As quick as light'ning in the br-ch,
Just in the place where honour's lodg'd,
As wise philosophers have judg'd,
Because a kick in that place more

Hurts Honour than deep wounds before.

Hudibras, Part ii. c. 3.