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 Behold him begging for employ, Behold him disregarded; Then view the anguish in his eye, And say, are tars rewarded? Then oh! protect, &c.

To them your dearest rights you owe; In peace then would you starve them? What fay ye, Britain's sons — Oh! no; Protect them and preserve them: Shield them from poverty and pain, 'Tis policy to do it; Or when grim war shall come again, Oh! Britons, you may rue it Then oh! protect, &c.

EE, the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun, What conlufion! — but hear! — I'll bet you, — done, done; A thousand strange rumours resound far and near, Lords, hawkers, and jockies, aflail the tir'd air; While with neck like a rainbow erecting his crest, Pamper'd, prancing, his head almost touching his breast; Scarcely snuffing the air, he's so proud and elate, The high-mettled racer first starts for the plate.

Next reynard's turn'd out, and o'er hedge and ditch rush, Men, horses and dogs, are hard at his brush; O'er heath, hill, and moor, led by the fly prey, By scent or by view, cheats a long tedious day; 13 Alike