Observations on THE TIMES,

A NEW SONG,

An honest Man's the noblest work of God. Pope. 5

The Words by
S.W. to the Tune
of the Afs in the Chaplet

Ye Artifts of Britain 'tis you I Addrefs;
Pray tell me how comes it to pafs,
That fault finding Brufh, who I mean you may guefs,
For fath'on at laft is turn'd Afs, turn'd Afs. For fath'on &c.

Uncertain is Honour, inconftant is' Fame,
Elfe how could it e'er come to pafs,
That he who at Pleafure makes others his GAME,
THE TIMES, should at laft prove 'an Afs. &c.

Rude unpollifh'd Soldiers irregular Start,
The Conjurer ſhows in his Glafs,
Makes Nature ſubmit to be copy'd by ART,
Who'd think such an Artift an Afs. &c.

In low Life and Mobility's motly drefs,
Brufh excellent is, and e'er was,
But when Brufhes to Vulgar would Stateſmen exprefs,
They juſt prove the Painter an Afs. &c.

Who knows not that PIT, hath a bleſsing been made,
To Britain when drooping She was,
She gracefully now, can call Conqueſt her TRADE,
If Ho__th can't feel't, he's an Afs. &c.

But haughty Ambition can dwell in a Brufh,
Prefuming what can't come to pafs,
That merit like PIT'S he'l befpatter or Cruſh,
He hath only prov'd Ho__th an Afs. &c.

PIT'S ſervice the City hath gratefully own'd,
Their Faith yea their Hope did furpafs,
Since OUT! they the loſs have fincerelybemoan'd,
The City or Ho__th's an Afs. &c.

Great Aſes for Sixpence in Windows you fee,
The price of each Brute in the Clafs,
Let thofe give two Shillings, that like it for me,
Then they and not Ho__th's the Afs. &c.

When Ho__th defcends to deſcriptions as low,
As Howard that Bully of Brafes,
'Tis Birthright of Britains with freedom to ſhow,
They dare Call an Ho__th an Afs, an Afs.

They dare Call Ho__th an Afs

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