That Rod was juſt a Type of Sic's,
Which,o'er a Britiſh Senate's Lids,
Could ſcatter Opium full as well,
And drive as many Souls to Hell.

SID's Rod was ſlender, white and tall,
Which oft he us'd to Fiſh withal :
A PLACE
was faſtned to the Hook,
And many Score of Gudgeons took ;
Yet, ſtill ſo happy was his Fate,
He caught cftfr fiſh, and ſav'd his Bait.

SID's Brethren of the conj' ring Tribe
A Circle with thier deſcribe,
Which proves a Magical Redoubt
To keep miſchievous Spirits out :
Sid's Rod was of a larger Stride,
And made a Circle thrice as wide,
Where Spirits throng'd with hideous Din,
And he ſtood there to take them in.
But, when th' enchanted Rod was broke,
They vanſ'd in a ſtinking Smoak,

ACHILLES'S Scepter was of Wood,
Like Sid's, if but nothing near fo goood;
Tho'down from Anceſtors Divine
Tranſmitted to the Heroes Line,
Thence, thro' a long Deſcent of Kings,
Game an heir -loom, as Homer ſings,
Tho' this Deſcription looks ſo big,
That Scepter was a ſapleſs Twig:
Which from the fatal Day when firſt
It left the Foreſt where' twas nurſt,
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,
Nor Leaf, nor Fruit, nor Blofſom bore.
Sid's Scepter, full of Juice, did ſhoot
In Golden Boughs, and Golden Fruit,
And He, the "Dragon never ſleeping,
Guarded each fair Heſperian Pippin.
No Hobby-horſe, with gorgeous Top,
The deareſt in charles Mather's Shop,
Or glitt'ring Tinſel. of May-Fair,
Could with this Rod of Sid compare.

DEAR Sid, then why wer't thou ſo mad
To break thy Rod like haughty Lad?
You ſhould have kiſs'd it in your Diſtreſs,
And then return'd it to your Miſtreſs,
Or made it a Newmarket Switch,
And not a Rod for thy own Breech.
For ſince old Sid has broken this,
His next will be a Rod in Pils.

LONDON, Printed : for JOHN MORPHEW, near
stationers Hall, MDCCX.