70 THE BEE, OR Dec. 2 2, 



'the imprecation of the Miife on a periodical paper, in^ 

 tituled THE KEE, by which a prize of Jive guineas is 

 offered for the hefl profe effay, and one of two gui- 

 neas for the be/l poetical piece. 



ODE — Irritabile Genus, 



Nemo me impunc laceflet. 



Roufe, Hecate, regard mj fpell. 



That wakes the fpeftres gaunt of night ; 



Quick, fummon up the hags of hell, 



To blot the fun, to blafl the realms of night. 



Kife, pitchy fog?, from Lethe's caverns rife ; 



Let poppies rankeft odours taint the feies. 



Where'er the bee explores the bloom. 

 Let mildew flied, from dampy wing, 

 Corroiive drojjs and chilly gloon"* : 

 Nor there let lark or linnet ever fing, 

 But hooting owls through night inceiiant wail. 

 And footy bats the dark-brow'd morning hail. 



Hafte, with a filter's powerful prayer, 



Implore Latona's bright hair'd fon 



To rife, revenge the wrong I bear, 



The daring infult to my honour done ; 



To me, to him, to all our facred choir, 



Whofe bofoms burn with pure etherial fire. 



Ye fouls fublim'd, ye favour'd few, 

 Indignant fpurn the paltry bribe, 

 That finks you with the vulgar crew 

 Of dung-hill breed, the greedy, grovelling tribe, 

 That ever dronifii creep, or lumpilli climb, 

 And llagger forth on beggar llilrs of rhyme. 



