Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, And each imprison'd hero quaked for fear. Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow, And bear their trophies with them as they go: Filth of all hues and odor, seem to tell What street they sail'd from by their sight and smell. They, as each torrent drives with rapid force, From Smithfield to St. Pulchre's shape their course, And in huge confluence join'd at Snowhill ridge, Fall from the conduit prone to Holborne bridge. Sweeping from butchers' stalls, dung, guts, and blood; Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud, Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood. THE PROGRESS OF CURIOSITY; OR A ROYAL VISIT TO WHITBKEAD'S BREWERY. PETER PINDAR. Sic transit gloria mundi!--Old Sun Dials. From House of Buckingham, in grand parade, To Whitbread's Brewhouse, moved the cavalcade. THE ARGUMENT.--Peter's loyalty.--He suspecteth Mr. Warton [Footnote: The Poet Laureate.] of joking.--Complimenteth the poet Laureate.-- Peter differeth in opinion from Mr. Warton.--Taketh up the cudgels for King Edward, King Harry V., and Queen Bess.--Feats on Blackheath and Wimbledon performed by our most gracious sovereign.--King Charles the Second half damned by Peter, yet praised for keeping company with gentlemen.--Peter praiseth himself.--Peter reproved by Mr. Warton.--Desireth Mr. Warton's prayers.--A fine simile.--Peter still suspecteth the Laureate of ironical dealings.--Peter expostulateth with Mr. Warton.--Mr. Warton replieth.--Peter administereth bold advice.--Wittily calleth death and physicians poachers.--Praiseth the king for parental tenderness.--Peter maketh a natural simile.--Peter furthermore telleth Thomas Warton what to say.--Peter giveth a beautiful example of ode-writing.