THE late P—m—r M—n—r.

1743 Dec. 3

Published by Buckham in May's Buildings.

Lo! What are all your Schemes to come to?

More he had said, but yawn'd— All Nature nods:
What Mortal can refight the Yawn of Gods?
Churches and Chapels instantly it reach'd,
St. James's first, for leaden G-lb-t preach'd;
Then catch'd the Schools; the Hall scarce kept awake;
The Convocation gap'd, but could not speak.
Lo!t was the Nation's Sense, nor could he found,

DUNCIAD.

While the long solemn Union went round;
Wide, and more wide, it spread o'er all the realm;
Even Palinurus nodded at the Helm;
The Vapour mild o'er each Committee crept;
Unfinished Treaties in each Office flew;
And Chief-lees Armies doz'd out the Campaign;
And Navies yawn'd for Orders on the Main.