The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ::

The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams

... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits

Hanbury Williams, Charles (1708-1759)

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VOL. I.

THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE

AN ODE TO THE DUKE OF ARGYLE,

ARGYLE'S DECAMPMENT,

A GRUB UPON BUB

(Written in December 1741.)

GILES EARLE (OF MARLBOROUGH-STREET); AND GEO. BUBB DODDINGTON, Esqrs.

PETER AND MY LORD QUIDAM:

A Political Eclogue

ISABELLA;

AN ODE TO THE HONOURABLE HENRY FOX,

AN ODE, ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF “THE CONQUER'D DUCHESS:”

AN ODE TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE STEPHEN POYNTZ, ESQ.

AN ODE ON THE DEATH OF MATZEL, A FAVOURITE BULL-FINCH:

A BALLAD: IN IMITATION OF MARTIAL, Lib. 6, Ep. 34.

AN ODE ON MISS HARRIET HANBURY,

A SONG: ON MISS HARRIET HANBURY,

ON THE DEATH OF LADY ABERGAVENNY:

ON LADY ABERGAVENNY:

SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS TO SIR HANS SLOANE,

(Written in February 1739-40.)

THE COUNTRY GIRL; AN ODE:

A NEW ODE

AN ODE, HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM EARL OF BATH

THE STATESMAN.

A NEW ODE.

AN ODE, FROM THE EARL OF BATH TO AMBITION.

THE HEROES:

SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS TO EDWARD HUSSEY, ESQ.

An Epigram.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE EARL OF BATH AND HIS COUNTESS.

TO THE EARL OF BATH;

AN ODE TO THE HON. PHILIP YORKE:

THE CAPUCHIN:

AN ODE TO LORD LIMERICK

AN ODE, HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM EARL OF BATH:

TO THE EARL OF BATH,

AN ODE FROM THE EARL OF BATH.

A NEWER ODE THAN THE LAST.

[BUT Orford's self I've seen, whilst I have read]

BRITANNIA'S GHOST TO THE EARL OF BATH.

AN ODE FROM FAME TO THE EARL OF BATH.

THE PATRIOT PARROT:

AN EPITAPH ON THE POLITICAL MEMORY OF WILLIAM PULTNEY, EARL OF BATH;

A BALLAD: IN IMITATION OF “WILLIAM AND MARGARET,”

ON THE ARRIVAL OF GENERAL OGLETHORPE.

HOR. LIB. II. ODE XVI.—Otium Divos, &c. IMITATED:

WYNDHAM AND PULTNEY;

TO MR. GARNIER AND MR. PEARCE OF BATH.

HOR. LIB. I. ODE XXX.—O Venus! Regina, Cnida Paphosq. &c.

A LAMENTABLE CASE.

A BALLAD:

ON THE PRINCES GOING TO ST. JAMES'S

HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. II.

ORPHEUS AND HECATE,

LADY DOROTHY BOYLE ENAMOURED WITH LORD EUSTON.

SONG IN COMUS.

SONG.

II.

VOL. II.

TO SIR THOMAS ROBINSON ON HIS BRINGING OVER WARD'S DROP IN 1731-2.

ON MRS. WOFFINGTON.

TO KITTY WALKER:

TO MRS. WOFFINGTON, 1740.

LOVELY PEGGY.

TO MRS. WOFFINGTON.

TO MRS. BINDON, AT BATH.

MRS. BINDON'S ANSWER.

SIR CHARLES'S REPLY.

TAR-WATER, A BALLAD: INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.

ON CHARLES STANHOPE, ESQ. DRINKING TAR-WATER.

AN ODE TO SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS.

AN ODE TO SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS;

AN ODE TO LORD LINCOLN.

New Ballad.

A CONGRATULATORY ODE, MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE STATESMAN ON HIS TRAVELS.

AN ODE: INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE VISCOUNT LONSDALE;

A SIMILE: PRINTED IN GEOFFRY BROADBOTTOM'S JOURNAL;

TO THE REV. SAMUEL HILL, CANON OF WELLS, &c. &c.

A NEW BALLAD:

THE HIGHLANDERS FLIGHT;

AN ODE TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY PELHAM, ESQ.

AN ODE TO MR. POPE, ON TWO LATE PROMOTIONS.

AN ODE HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS WINNINGTON, ESQ.

HOR. EPISTLE V. LIB. I. IMITATED AND INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS WINNINGTON, ESQ. FROM MR. HENRY HARRIS. COMMISSIONER OF THE WINE LICENCE:

An Epitaph ON THE LATE RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS WINNINGTON, ESQ.

LINES OCCASIONED BY A LATE MOTION.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN SAMUEL SANDYS, AND EDMUND WALLER, Esqrs.

An Epigram.

SANDYS AND JEKYLL;

HERVEY AND JEKYLL.

An Epistle TO THE RIGHT HON. HENRY FOX.

On the Earl of Islay altering his Gardens at Whitton, near Hounslow-Heath.

A DUCHESS'S GHOST TO ORATOR HANOVER PITT.

THE UNEMBARRASS'D COUNTENANCE,

SHORT VERSES, IN IMITATION OF LONG VERSES:

THE OLD COACHMAN;

VERSES

SQUIRE SANDYS'S BUDGET OPEN'D, OR DRINK AND BE D---D;

THE INTERVIEW BETWEEN THE RIGHT HON. HENRY PELHAM AND WILLIAM, EARL OF BATH.

ON THE COUNTESS OF YARMOUTH MAKING THE CAMPAIGN.

A Poetical Epistle, FROM A GREAT MAN IN THE ARMY, AFTER THE BATTLE OF DETTINGEN.

BRITANNIA'S LAMENTATION AND PETITION.

PUBLII OVIDII NASONIS AMORUM

THE SEQUEL: CONTAINING WHAT WAS OMITTED IN THE TRIUMVIRADE, OR BROAD-BOTTOMRY, AT THE ASTERISKS.

An Epigram, ON QUIN, THE COMEDIAN.

An Epigram ON LORD ANSON AND HIS LADY.

III.

VOL. III.

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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN SAMUEL SANDYS, AND EDMUND WALLER, Esqrs.

February 1742-3.

Et cantare pares, et respondere parati.

THE ARGUMENT.

[SAMUEL Sandys, as he was going up, and Edmund Waller, as he was going down, met in

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Solomon's Porch; when, after some remembrance of the many merry hours they had spent together, they both lamented, that, since their parting, fortune had obliged them often to transact business with men who had the vice of wit; which, as they very cleverly observed, always spoiled company. Of this they mention two glaring instances; at last S. Sandys comforts himself, that in the midst of this calamity, he enjoys two very good employments, one whereof is a Twin. This nettles Mr. Waller, and the dialogue concludes with all the smartness of wit, humour, scandal, and repartee, imaginable.]

IN thy Porch, Solomon, two members met,
Fam'd for their love to business; hate to wit.
First they saluted, then they silence broke,

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Samuel Sandys.
“When you and I, o'er long accounts sat poring,
“And Rushout, by us, in his chair was snoring,
“My apprehension, Sir, and your explaining,
“Made conversation bright, and entertaining.”

Edmund Waller.
“When you and I together were combin'd,
“My matter to your elocution join'd;

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“All I explain'd you were so quick in taking,
“No wonder all the house adored your speaking.”

Samuel Sandys.
“Now, on Lord Wilmington I often wait,
“Vers'd in affairs, methodically great;
“Business he loves, nor e'er the board does fail,
“True as the clock, tho' slower than a snail.”

Edmund Waller.
“Sometimes with Cotton for an hour I sit,
“But still our conversation's spoil'd by wit;
“To my plain narratives he won't attend,
“Gods, where can such an opposition end?

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Samuel Sandys.
“Observe, dear Waller, how our fates agree,
“My worthy Countryman's the same to me:
“When on some question, I've a meeting gain'd,
“He cries, ‘He's master on't,’ ere'tis explain'd;
“And absent, when attention I require,
“Whisks round the room, and spits into the fire.”

Edmund Waller.
“There's Bub, who has the face of all this nation,
“By nature form'd the most for application;
“He, notwithstanding which, is damn'd provoking,
“Sometimes coughs out a laugh, and will be joking.”

Samuel Sandys.
“Hard are the cases that you talk about,
“Besides you have the curse of being out;

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“Tho' I, like you, am plagu'd with witty friends,
“Yet, being in employment, makes amends;
“I in the Treasury comfortably feel,
“With double salary, and Exchequer seal.”

Edmund Waller.
“What? do'st thou triumph in thy shameful rise,
“The hire of perfidy, Corruption's price?
“But thou art much o'erpaid for thy disgrace,
“Thou never dared'st have hop'd for such a place,
“By thy own inabilities o'erawed;
“But Carteret pimp'd for it, and Bath was bawd.”

Samuel Sandys.
“What, Mr. Waller! I perceive you're hot,
“The place was mine, however it was got;
“And such a place was welcome, Sir, to me,
“Who did not share the spoils of the South-Sea.”

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Edmund Waller.
“Do'st thou pretend to censure my behaviour
“After the steps you've ta'en to gain court-favour?
“Henceforward know me for thy foe, and war
“To thee and thine, I from this hour declare:
“And, Sir, to use your Earl of Bath's own word,
“Throw by the scabbard, when I draw the sword;
“Our party's to this resolution come,
“Not to have war abroad, but war at home.”

Samuel Sandys.
“Your passion, Sir, won't let you see things right,
“And of your reason gets the better quite;
“'Twas by long patience that we both grew wise,
“Here, then, I'll offer you a compromise:
“Sir Robert stood for twenty years, you know,
“In spite of all that we could say or do;

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“So long let me hold my employment too,
“And if I'm tir'd on't, then I'll give it you.”

Edmund Waller.
“When for that place at court you made your bow,
“I was not half so shock'd as I am now;
“This is a turn, I thought you'd ne'er have chose,
“Can Samuel Sands attempt to be jocose.
“Pull from thy button-hole thy ink-horn then,
“And throw away thy once note-taking pen;
“On turnpike bills no more attendance pay,
“And ev'n from night Committees keep away:
“Make no more motions, from debating cease,
“On Hanoverian forces hold thy peace.
“But on the Treasury-bench securely sit,
“Crack jokes with Pelham till your sides are split,
“And try a wrest with Winnington at wit:
“Then by th' observing house it will be said,
“Sands with his principles has lost his head.”

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Thus the two heroes spoke, and, which is worse,
I over-heard each word of their discourse;
And here my Lollius has it in this letter.
Now, which of these prevail'd, which got the better,
And which deserves to be a party leader—
I leave to thee, impartial candid reader.

University of Virginia Library

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN SAMUEL SANDYS, AND EDMUND WALLER, Esqrs.

February 1742-3.

THE ARGUMENT.