Hail fruitful Ie! to thee alone belongs
Millions of Wits, and Brokers in old Songs;
Thee well a Land of Liberty we name,

Where all are free to Scandal, and to Shame:
Thy Sons by print, may set their hearts at ease,
And be mankind's Contempt whene're they pleafe;
Like trodden Filth, their vile, and abject Sense
Is unperceiv'd, but when it gives Offence.
Their heavy Prose our injur❜d Reason tires,
Their Verfe immoral kindles loofe Defires;
Our Age they puzzle, and corrupt our Prime,
Our Sport and Pity, Punishment and Crime,

What glorious Motives urge our Authors on,
Thus to undo, and thus to be undone?
One lofes his Eftate, and down he fits,

To fhew (in vain!) he still retains his Wits.

Another

fhall be regulated by the authentick Informations which the Proprietors fhall exhibit to.. the Magiftrates of the Places and Towns where the Seizures were made: His Britannick Majefty promifing the like on his Part, as to all Seizures, Confifcations, or Detentions which may have been made contrary to the Tenour of the faid Treaties: Their faid Britannick and Catholick Majefties agreeing, that with respect to the like Seizures, Confifcations or Detentions on either Side, the Validity of which may not yet have been fufficiently made out, the Difcuffion and Decifion of them fhall be referred to the Examination of the Commiffaries, to do therein according to Right upon the Foot of the Treaties here above-mentioned.

The present separate Articles fhall have the fame Force as if they had been inserted Word for Word in the Treaty concluded and figned this Day. They fhall be ratified in the fame Manner, and the Ratifications of them shall be exchanged at the fame Time as those of the faid Treaty.

In Witness whereof we the underwritten Minifters Plenipotentiaries of his Britannick. Majefty

Majefty, of his most Christian Majefty, and of his Catholick Majefty, by Virtue of our Full Powers, have figned the present separate Articles, and caufed the Seals of our Armis to be put thereto. Done at Seville the ninth Day of November, One thousand seven hundred twenty nine.

W.Stanhope. Brancas. El Marq, de la Paz.

(L.S.) B. Keene.

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D. Jofeph Patino.

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Another marries, and his Dear proves keen,
He writes, as an Hypnotick for the Spleen.

Some write confin'd by Phyfick, fome by Debt,
Some, for 'tis Sunday, fome because 'tis Wet;
Thro' private pique fome do the Publick right,
And love their King and Country out of Spight.
Another writes, because his Father writ,
And proves himself a Bastard by his Wit.

Has Lico, Learning, Humour, Thought profound? Neither why write then? He wants twenty Pound. His belly, not his brains this impulse give; He'll grow Immortal, for he cannot live.

He rubs his awful front, and takes his Ream,

With no provifion made but of his Theme;
Perhaps a Title has his Fancy fmit,

Or a quaint Motto, which he thinks has Wit.

He

He writes, in Inspiration puts his trust,

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Tho' wrong his Thoughts, the Gods will make them

Genius directly from the Gods defcends,

And who by labour would diftruft his friends?

Thus having reafon'd with confummate fkill,

In Immortality he dips his Quill;

And fince blank Paper is deny'd the Prefs,
He mingles the whole Alphabet by guess,

In various fetts which various words compofe,
Of which, he hopes, mankind the meaning knows.

So Sounds fpontaneous from the Sybil broke, Dark to her self the wonders which she spoke; The Priests found out the meaning if they could, And Nations star'd at what none understood.

Clodio dreft, danc'd, drank, vifited (the whole And great concern of an immortal Soul!