The toast An heroick poem: In four Books, Written originally in Latin, by Frederick Scheffer: Now done into English, and illustrated with Notes and Observations, by Peregrine Odonald [i.e. William King] |
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To the Illustrious FREDERICK SCHEFFER,
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To the Illustrious FREDERICK SCHEFFER,
The most Renowned of all the Vandal Poets.
While the Peruke and Gridir'n the Muses resound,Let thy Temples, O Scheffer, with Laurel be crown'd!
Hadst not thou, mighty Poet, such Wonders reveal'd,
The Exploits of our Heroes had still been conceal'd;
We shou'd still have believ'd J---nn---y P---t a mere Clod;
And whoe'er had suspected old Smyth was a God?
You inform us, for what Master Ottor thus brags,
Interlining Iocco—between the two Hags.
In the Pleader what Grace! When an Infant, he knew it.
How illustrious Ott's House! for the Sun could shine thro' it.
Well beseems you the Thief, and the Pam-Priest to dight,
Now the one is a Lord, and the other a Knight.
You disclose en passant the Conclusions of Dill,
The Attempts of Sir Cacus, and eke the quaint Will.
Nor unaptly you point out the Tribad's Abodes,
Their Employments, their Configurations, and Modes.
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But the Virtue of Man is affix'd to thy Toast.
Thus in Petticoats clad was Achilles unknown;
Thus the Nymphs he deceiv'd—and all Wives were his own.
Till, like thee, cunning Uly found out the Mock-dame,
And restor'd to the Hero his Arms, and his Name.
One would think too, that Chiron thy Myra had taught:
As his Pupil so furious she look'd—and she fought:
Both impatient in Love—and relentless in Hate;
Nor unskilful their Foes—nor unequal their Fate:
Nor a Weapon more sure, thrown alike by Surprize,
Was the Dart in his Heel, than the Dust in her Eyes.
Philip Christian.
Castle Town in the Kingdom of Man. 1. Oct.
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