JUST publifhed, and to he had at the Treasury prefs, gratis, a new political Paper, entitled

THE LIE OF THE DAY.

Clearly proving, to the apprehenfion of the meanest capacities, that Liberty tends to the deftruction of a free people, and that Patriotifm is only Treafon in disguise; with fome incontrovertible arguments, to fhew, that a French Jacobin and a Diffenter from the prefent Miniftry are fynonymous terms.

To be continued every day in the week, Sundays not excepted.

By a Society of Gentlemen in Downing-street.

WHEN Lurking Love in ambush lies

Under friendship's fair difguife;

When he wears an angry mien,

Imitating fpite or spleen;

When, like Sorrow, he feduces ;
When, like Pleasure, he amuses
Still, howe'er the parts are caft,
'Tis but "Lurking Love" at laft.

A SONG.

ASON G.

By the Earl of CARLISLE.

My heart's mighty empire bright Celia possest,
And reign'd a most abfolute Queen in my breast;
Till too far fhe prefum'd on the power that I gave,.
And from a free fubject foon made me a slave.
Love's laws fhe fubverted with infolent pride,
And redrefs of my grievances ever deny'd;
In diftrefs to Amelia my griefs I impart,
Amelia was deftin'd to conquer my heart;
She fummon'd each beauty to rife up in arms,
And the tyrant drove out by the force of her charms.

EPIGRA M.

ON ARCHERY.

WHILE fair Thalestris pois'd the shaft,
"How keen the point;" fhe faid;
And when the faw it lodg'd, fhe laugh'd,
To think the wound it made.

"The arrow's point bites deep, fair maid,”

Replied a friend; "But who, "Without the fofter feather's aid,

"Could aim that arrow true?

THE INCONSTANT.

WHILST with the fair Hermione I play'd,
And unreftrain'd I kifs'd the yielding maid,
On her gay zone, where fhone a thoufand dies,
In gold infcrib'd, this adage struck my eyes:

"Kiss ine to-day, good swain, nor view with forrow,
Another fhare that happinefs to-morrow."

To MISS HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.

On reading her Novel of JULIA.

FROM pains which hopeless love imparts,

Thy charming page would guard our hearts ;
But, Helen, while thofe ills you trace,.
Helen, in prudence, hide thy face!
The graces that thy fmiles difpenfe,
That look of fweetnefs, and of fenfe,
Incautious Maid, will make us prove
Thy doctrine weak, oppos'd to Love!

NOW

NOW OR NEVER;

OR, A REVEILEE TO THE CHURCH.

O WHO fhall blow the brazen trump,
By fam'd Sacheverel founded,
That spread confufion thro' the Rump,
And filenc'd ev'ry Round-head.

Now, now, if ever, loudly bawl,

"The Church, the Church in danger!"

Each Prebend trembles for his stall,

And eke his rack and manger.

Peers, Knights, and Squires in league combin'd, Protect your good old mother;

For fhould the beldame flip her wind,

You'll ne'er fée fuch another.

Two hundred years and

more, the dame

Has tightly held together;

Her glorious motto "ftill the fame,"
In fpite of wind and weather.

Her babes of grace, with tender care,
She fed on dainty dishes,

And none but they have had a share
Among the loaves and fiflies.

Shall Prefbyterian Shreeves and May'rs
Eat cuftards with the wife men-

Or meetings hear the pious pray'rs
Of Searchers and Excifemen?

The fects they prate of right and stuff,
And brawl in fierce Committees,
And foon will put on "blue and buff,"

Roufe, then, for fhame! ye church-fed race,
With. Tories true and trusty ;
Turn on the foe your fighting face,,
And fit your armour rusty..

See learned Oxford, fwift to aid,.

Pour from her lumber garret.

Artillery, long on purpose made,
And pity 'twere to spare it!

Now Clarendon's laborious crew

(Thrown by each Greek and Roman,) Sweat o'er the pamphlets, vamp'd and new, That threat the furdy foe-man..

And where old Cam's oblivious stream
Draws on with current muddy,
See Fellows ftarting from their dream,
And Heads from their brown ftudy.

Wellh