GRUB-STREET NAE SATIRE: AN ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING. DEAR John, what ails ye now ?-lie ftill: Doup down, doild ghaift, and dinna fash us, With "carpet ground," and "nervous" clashes; Your Grub-street jargon Dryden wounds, When mixt with his poetic founds. You pace on Pegafus! take care, He'll "bound o'er furrow'd fields " of air, With fic a fa, alaké! ye 'll e'en a' * See John Cowper's Elegy, p. 221. China China and men the fame fate skair, Lang ferv'd ye in a mettl'd station, The foremost beagle of our nation, For fcenting out the yielding creature, Wha us'd to play at whats-the-matter: But now, O fye for fhame! to trudge Mun Curle's poor hackney fcribbling drudge, "To fill his pack," while you, right fair, Gain title braw," his finging bear." But, John, wha taught ye ilka name, That shines fae bonnily in fame, Rofcommon, Stanhope, Ramfay, Dryden, Wha back of winged horfe cou'd ride on? A' them we ken; but wha the d Bad you up hill Parnaffus fpeel? You Ramfay make a feckfu' man, Ringleader of a hearty clan: Goodfaith it fets ye well to fear him, For gin ye etle anes to steer him, He 'll gloom ye dead:-in "ruftic" phrafe, He'll gar his "thiftles" rive your "bays." PATE BIRNIE. 1728. REASONS FOR NOT ANSWERING THE HACKNEY SCRIBLERS. THESE to my blyth indulgent friends, Whae'er fhall with a midding fight, ; Fa' they aboon or 'neath they 're fil'd. It helps my character to heez, When I'm the butt of creeping tools; The warld, by their daft medley, fees That I've nae enemies but fools. But fae it has been, and will be, Sic poor Macflecknos will let flee Should Should ane like Young or Somer'le write, But well, dear Spec, the feckless affes, Are only kend when throu' them tented. The blundering fellows ne'er forget, Auld Homer fang for 's daily bread; Yet Dorset, Lanfdown, Lauderdale Bucks, Stirling †, and the son of Angus ‡, Even monarchs, and of men the wale, Then *The tranflator of Virgil. William Alexander earl of Stirling, the author of many dramatic pieces. Gawin Douglas bishop of Dunkeld, the celebrated tranflator of Virgil's Æneid. He was fon of Archibald fixth earl of Angus. Then, hackneys, write 'till ye gae wood, I've gotten mair of fame than 's due, Nae maftiff minds a yamphing cur; Nor will a lion raise his fur, Altho' a monkey misbehave; NAM SATIS EST EQUITEM MIHI PLAUDERE. I ་ |