r6r Miscellaneous Poems.

Sad Symptom of ten thousand Woes to come vNow no Relies, but from the Sur^on’s Hand,

Or Pill-prescribing Leach *, tremendous Sight

To Youth diseas’d ! In Garret high he moans

His wretched Fate, where vex'd with nauseous Draughts

And more afflicting Bolus, he in Pangs

Unfelt before, curses the dire Result

Of lawless Revelling; from Morn to Eve

By never-ceasing keen Emeticks urg’d ;

Nor slights he now his Grannum’s Sage Advice:

Nor feels he only but in Megrim'd Head, *

Head fraught with Horror—Child of Sallow Spleen,Millions of idle Whims and Fancies danceAlternate, and perplex his labouring Mind.

What er’st he has been told of fad MischanceEither in Pox or Clap, of falling Nose,

Scrap'd Shins, and Buboes' Pains, of vile Effect !

All feels the Youth, or fancies that he feels,

Nay, be it but a Gleet, or gentlest Clap,

His ill-foreboding Fears deny him Rest,

And fancied Poxes vex his tortur’d Bones;

Too late convinc’d of Condom's Sov’rcign Use.

Hail, Manes of Love-propagating Rimp!

Long since deceas'd, and long by me ador’d;

From whose prolific Brain, by lucky Hit,

Or Inspiration from all gracious Heaven,

First sprang the mighty Secret; Secret to guardFrom Poison virulent of unsound Dame.

Hail, happy Albion, in whose fruitful Land

The wondrous -j- Pimp arose, from whose strange Skill

In inmost Nature, thou hast reap’d more Fame,

More solid Glory, than from Newton’s Toil;Newton who next is England's noblest Beast :

If aught I can presage, as Smyrna once,

* An old Word for Doctor.

■f Colonel CUNDUM vjho invented them ; call a so,,from his Name*