In prwer, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd Those write because all write, and !o have stil Bebind the foremost, and before the latt.

Excule for writing, and for writing ill. “ But why all this of Avarice? I have none." Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet I wish you joy, Sir of a Tyrant gone ; 305 | Is he who makes his meal on uthers wit: But does ny other lord it at this hour,

"Tis chang'd, no doubt, from what it was before; As wild and mad? the Avarice of power? His rank digestion makes it wit no more: Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appali? Senle, past through him, no longer is the same ; Not the black fear of death, that faddens all? For food digested takes another name. With terrors round, can Realon hold her

I pass o'er all those Confeffurs and Martyrs, 35 throne,

310 Who live like S--t--n, or who die like Chartres, De pise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? | Out-cant old E/dras, or out-drink his heir, Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, Out-vfure Jews, or Irishmen out-fwear ;

In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire? Wicked as Pages, who in early sears - Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, Act fins which Prisca's Confeffor scarce beats. 40 And count each Birth-day with a grateful 'Ev'n those I pardon, for whole finful fake mind?

315 Schoolmen new tenements in hell muft make; Has life no sourness, drawn i'u near its end; Of whose strange crimes no Canonift can tell Canst thou endure a foe, forgive a friend? In what Commandinent's large contents they Has age but inelted the rough parts away,

dwell. As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay? One, one man only breeds my just offence : 45 Or will you think, my friend, your business Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave done,


When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one? Time, thar at last matures a clap to pox,

Learn to live will, or fairly make your will; Whore gentle progrefs makes a calf an ox,
You've play'd, and lov’d, and eat, and dịank your And brings all natural events to pass,
fill :

Hath made him an Attorney of an Ass. Walk fober uff; befvre a sprightlier age No yung divine, rew-benefice’d, can be Comes tittering on, and moves you from the More perr, more proud, more positive, than be, stage :

What further could I wish the fop to do,
Leave fucia to trifle with more grace and ease, But turn a wit, and scribble verses too?
Whom Folly plealea, and whole Follies picale. Pierce the soft labyrinth of a Lady's Ear 33

With Thyrnes of thi per cent. asid that per years
Or court a Wife, spread out his wily parts,

Like rers or lime-iwigs, for rich Widows' hearts,
DR. DONXE'S SATIRES (l'erfifoed.) Call himself Barrifter to every wench,

And wove in language of the Pleas and Bench? 66 SA TIRE II.

Language, which Boreas might to Aufter hold

More rough than forty Germans when they sculd. YES; thank my stars ! as early as I knew Curs'd be the wretch, fo venal and fo vain:

This Town, I had the renie to hate it too : Pality and proud, as drabs in Dinty-lane. Yet here, as ev'nin Hell, there must be still 'Tis such a bounty as was never known,

65 One Giant-Vice, fo excellently ill,

IfPpper deigns to belp you to yont own! That all beside, one pities, riot abhors;

What thanks, what praise, if Peter but fupplies! As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whorc3. And what a folemn face, if he der.ies! : Igrant that Poetry 's a crying foo;

Grave, as when prisoners shake the head and swear It binnght (nu doub: ) th' Excise and Army in : 'Twas only Suretifhip that brought them there. To Catch'd like the Plague, or Lave, the Lord knows His Office keeps your Parciment fates entire, how,

He starves with cold :o save thern from the fire ; Bat that the cure is starving, all allow.

For you be walks the it:cers through rain et Yer like the Papift's, is the Poet's state, Poor and difarm't, and hardly worth your hare! For not in Chariots Peter puts his trust;

Here a lean Eard, wliose wit could never give For you be fuseats and labeurs at the laws, 73 Hin!elf a dinner, irakcs an Ados live:

Takes Gedro witness he affects your caufe,
The Thief condenin'd, in law already dead, 15 And lies to every Lord in every thing,
So prompts, and laves a rogue who cannut read. Like a King's Favourite---of like a King.

hus as the pipei of one carv'd Organ move, Theie are the talents that adorn them ail,
The giided puppets dance and monit above. from wicked Waters ev'n to godly * * 80
Ileav'd by the breath th' inspiring bellows bluw: Not more of Simony beneath black gowns,
Th'inspiring bello's lie and panebelow. 20 Not more of Laftardy in heirs to Crowns,

One fines the Fair: but loogs no longer move; In Millings and in pence at first they deal;
Po rat is rhyni’d to death, nor maid I love: And steal lo lindle, few perceive they steal ;
In love's, in nature's fpite, the fiege they hold, Tiil, like the Sea, they compass all the land, 85
And fcoro the ileth, the devil, and all but goid. From Scots in Wight, from Mount to Dover
There write to Lords, jome mcan Jeward to

trand: get,

23 And when rank Widows purchase luscious nights, As needy beggars ang at douts for meas. Or wan a Duke so Janflen punts at White's,



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of yore

Or City Heir in mortgage melts away; Could not but think, to pay his fine vas odd, Satan himself feels far less joy than they, Since 'twas no form'd defign of serving God; Piecemeal they win this acte first, then that, So was 1 punish'd, as if full as prund, Glean on, and gather up the whole estate,


prone to ill, as negligent of good, Then Itrongly fencing ill-got wealth by law, As deep in debt, without a thought to pay, Indentures, Covenants, Articles they draw,

As vain, as idle, and as falie, as they Large as the fields themselves, and larger far 95 Who live at Court, for going once that way! Than Civil Codes, with all their Glosses, are ;

Scarce was I enter'd. when bebold! there canie So vaft, our new Divines, we muft confess, A thing which Adam had been pos'd to name ; 25 Are Fathers of the Church for writi ng less. Noah had refus d it lodging in his Ark, Bat let them write for you, each rogue impairs Where all the Race of Reptiles might embark: The deeds, and dextrously omits, les heires: 100 A verier monster, than on Afric's Thore No Commentator can more fily pass

The lun e'er got, or simy Nilus bore, Over a learn’d, unintelligible place :

Or Sioane Of Woodward's wondrous Thelves Or, in quotation, shrewd Divines leave out

contain, Those words that would against them clear the Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign. doubr.

The watch would hardly let him pafs at noon, So Luther thought the Pater-nofter long, 105 At night would swear him dropp'd cut of the When doum'd to lay his beads and Even-long;

Moon. But having cast his cowi, and left those lawa, One, whom the mob, when next we find or make Adds to Christ's prayer the Power and Glory A popith plot, shall for a Jefuit take, 35

And the wise Justice starting from his chair The lands are bought; but where are to be found Cry, By your Priesthood tell me what you are? Thore ancient woods, that eaded all the Such was the wight: Th'apparel on his back, ground?

110 Though coarse, was reverend, and though bare, We see no new-built palaces aspire,

was black : No kitchens emulate the vettal fire.

The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess, 49 Where are those troops of pues that throng'd Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Beli,

But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; The good old landlord's hospitable door? So Time, tbat changes all things, had ordaind! Well, I could wish, that fill in lordly comes 115 Our fons Thall see it leisurely decay, Some beafts were kill'd, though not whole heca- First curn plain rajh, then vanish quite away. 45. tombs;

This thing has travell’d, and speaks language That both extremes were banith'd from their walls,

too, Carthufian safts, and fulsome Bacchanals; And knows what's fit for every ftate to do; And all mankind might that juft Mean observe, Of whole best phrale and courtly accent join'd, In which none e'er could surfeit, none copid He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd, starve,

Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Motteux I knew, :3 These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow, Henly himself I've heard, and Budgel too. But oh! these works are not in fashion now : The Doctor's wormwood style, the Hath of Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare,

tongues Extremely fire, but what no man will wear. A Pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs, Thus much I've said, I cruit, without of The whole Artillery of the terms of War, fence;

125 And all those Plagues in one) the bawling Bar;55 Let no Conrt Sycophant pervert my fen'e, These I could bear; but not a rogue lo civil, Por ny informer watch these words to draw Whose tongue will compliment you to the devil. Within the reach of Treason, or the Law, A congue, that can cheat Widows, caneel scures,

Make Scots speak treason, cozen subtlest whores, SAT I RE

Co IV.

With royal Favourites in flattery vie,

And Oldmixon and Byrnet both outlie. WELL, if it be my time to quit the stage, He spies me out ; I whisper, Gracious God! Adieu to all the follies of the age !

What lin of mine could merit such a rod ? I die in charity with fool and knave,

That all the shot of dulness now muft be Secure of peace at least beyond the grave. From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! 65 I've had my Purgatory here betime, 5 Permit (he cries) no ftranger to your fame And paid for all my fatires, all my rhymes. To crave your sentiment, if's vour name. The Poet's hell, its tortures, fierids, and flames, What Speech efteem you most ? " The King's," To this were trifles, toys, and empty names.

Hid), With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, But the beft words ?.--" O Sit, the Didionary." Nor the vain itch admire, or be admir'd; 10 You miss my aim ! I mean the most acute 70 I hop'd for no commillion from his Grace; And perfect Speaker? ---" Onflow, past dispute."" I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place : But, Sir, of writers? “ Swift, for closer ftyle, Had no new verses, nor new suit to thow ; Bui Hoadly for a period of a mile.” Yet went to Court !---the Devil would liave it ro, Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass : But, asthe Fool that in reforming days. 15, Good common linguists, and co Pasugge wal; 25 tvould go to Mals in jest (as story ia;o)

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Nay troth th’Apostles (thou, h perhaps tcorough) Who, having lost his credit, pawn'd his ront,
Had once a pretty gift of Ton, ues enough: Is therefore fit to have a Government:
Yet the 'e were all por Genticmen! I dire Who, in the secret, deals in Stocks iecure, - 140
Allirin, 'twas Trwel made them what they were. And cheats th' unknowing Widow and the Pouia

Thus, others talents having nicely Town, 80 Who makes a Truft of Charity a Jub,
He came by lure transition to his cwn:

And gets an Act of Parliament to trib: Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able, Why Turnpikes rise, and now no Cit nor Clown Pity you was not Draggerman at Babel ; Can gratis lee the counry, or the town:

145 For had they found a linguist half so good, Shortly nu lad snall chuck, or lady vole, I make no question but the Tower had food. 85 But some excising Courrier will have tell.

Oblizing Sir! for Courts you sure were made : He tells what Strumpet places sells for life, “Why then for ever bury'd in the shade? What 'Squire his lands, what Citizen bie wife :

Spirits like you, thould 'ee and should be seen, At last (which proves hia wiser fill than “ The King would smile on you---at least the


159 Queen.”

What Lady's face is not a whited wall. Ali, semle Sir! you Courtiers so ca ole us--; 90 As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore, Bur Tully has it, “ Nunquam minus solus ;"> I puke, 1 nauseate,---yet be thrusts in mrie: And as for Courts, forgive me, if I say

Trims Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part, No lessons now are taught the Spartan way; And talks Gazettes and Pestboys o'er by heart. 158 Though in his pictures Lust be full diplay'd, Like a big wite at fight ' luathi-me meat Fow are the Converts Aretine las made ; 95 Ready to caft, 1 yawn, I figh, and sweat, And though the Court show Vice exceeding clear, Then as a licens'd spy, whora n. thing can None should, by my advice, learn Virtue there. Silence or hurt, he libel overy Man ;

At this entranc'd, he lists his hands and eyes, Swears every place entail'd fur tears to come, 160° Squeaks like a high-itretch'd luceftring, and re In lure succellion to the day of doom : plies;

He names the price for every office paid, "Oh, 'tis the sweeteft of all earthly things And says our wars thrive il), because delay'd ;

To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings!" Nay hints, 'tis by connivance ofthe Court, Then, happy Man who shows the Tombs?said I, Than Spain robson, and Dunkirk's still a Port

. 168 He dwells amidst the Royal Family ;

No more arna zement leiz'il on Circe's guetts, He every day from King to King can walk, To see themelves fall headlong into beasts, Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk ; 105 Than mine to find a subject Itay'd and wile And

get, by speaking truth of monarchs dead, Already half turn'd traitor by surprise. What few can of the living, Lase and Bread. I felt th’infection flide from him to me; 190 " Lord, Sir, a mere Mechanic! ftrangely low, As in the por, sume give it to get free;

And coatle of phrale,---your English all are fo. And quick en swallow me methought I taw
How elegant your Frenchmen?" Mine, d'ye One of our Giant Statues ope its jzu.

In that nice Memert, as another lo
I have but one ; I hope the fellow 's clean, Stood ift a-tilt, the Mirifter came by, 16
“Oh! Sir, politely fi! nay, let me die, To him he ties, and buws, and bows again,
Your oily wearing is your Padua oy.'

Then, close as Umbra, ivins the dirty train. Not, Sir, my only, I have better still,

Not Fannius' self more impudera ly neat, And this you see is but my dithabille--- 115 | When half his nose is in his Prince's car. Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke, I quak’il at heart, and, ftillafraid to lee 180 11:{tahe, consound, object at all he spoke. All the Court fill'd with stranger things than he, Bizt as coarlé iron, fharpen'd, mangles more, Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail, and iteb inuit hurts when anger's to a fore ; Ard dreads more acti016, hurries from a jail. Sa when'you plague a fool, 'tis ftill the curre, 120 Bear me, some God! oh quickly bear me hence You only make the matter orle and worse. To whole ome Solitude, the role of Senfe; 185 He past it o'er; affects an easy smile

Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, At all my peevishnels, and turns his style. And the free soul looks down in pity Kings! He asks,“ What news?” I tell him of new Plays, There tober thought pursued th' amusiog theme, New Eunuchs, Harlequins, and Operas, 125 | Toll Fancy colour'd it, and form'ri a Dicam, He bears, and as a ftill with fimples in it, A Vifion hermits can to Hell craniport, 190 Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute, And fore'] ev'n me to see the damn'd at Court. Lotb to inrich me with too quick replies, Not Dinte, dreaming all ib'infernal state, By little, and by little, drops his lies.

Btheld such scenes of envy, fin, and hate. Nere huufhold trash! of birthnights, balls, and Base Fear becomes the guilty, rzut the free ; Thows,

130 Suits Tyrants, Plunderers, but luits not me : 195 More than ten Hollingsheds, or Halls, or Stows. Shall I, the Terror of this finful town, When the Queen frown’d, or smil'd, he knows; Care, if a livery'd Lord er smile or frown? and what

Who cannot flatter, and deteft who

can, A subtle Minifter may make of that:

Tremble before a noble Serving-man? Who fins with whom : who got his Pension rug, | O my fair mistress, Tsuth! shall I quit thee 200 Or quicken'd a Reverfion by a drug: 135 For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility? Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four, Thou, who fince yesterday baft roll'ol o'er al And whether to a Bishop, or a Whore : Thc busy, idle blockheads of the ball,


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Haft thru, oh Sun! beheld an emptier fort, Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Than such as fwell this bladder of a court? Has yet a strange ambition to look worse :
Now pox on tho e who show a Court in wax! 205 Confsunds the civil, keeps the rude in awe, 270
It ought th bring all Courtiers on their backs: Jests like a licens'd fool, commar.ds like law.
Such painted puppets ! such a varnith'd race Frighred, I quit the room, but leave it so
Of hollow gewgawe, nply dress and face ! As men from Jailś to execution go.;
Such waxen noles, stately ring things--- For hung with deadly sins I see the wall, I
No wonder lome folks bow, and think them Kings. And lin'd with Giants leadlier than them all: 273

See ! where the British youth, engag'd no mure, Each Man an Acapart, of strength to tols
A: Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, For quoits, both Te : ple-bar and Charing-cross
Pay their last dury to the Court, ard come Scar'd at the grizly forms, I sweat, I fly,
All fresh and fragrant, to the drawing-room ;215 And Thake all o'er, like a discover'd spy.
In hues as gay, wd odours as divine,

Courts are too much for wits so weak as As the fair fields they sold to look fo fine.


280 " That's velvet for a King!"the flatterer sweats; Charge them with Heaven's Artillery, told Di'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.

Our Conrt may justly to our stage give rules, 220 From such alone the Great rebukes endure,
That helps it both to fool's coat and to fools. Whole Satire's facrad, and where rage lecure;
And why not players struit in courtiers clothes ? 'Tis mine co wash a few light ftains; but theirs
For these are actors too, as well as those : To deluge sin, and druwn a Cuurt in tears. 285
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest, Howe'er, wbat 's now Arcrypha, my Wit,
And all is splendid poverty at beft. 225 In çime to come, may pals for Holy Writ.

Painted for fighe, and essenc'd for the smell,
Like frigates fraught with 1pice and cochinell,
Sail in the Ladies : how each pirate eyes
So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!
Top-gallant he, and the in all her trim, 230

He boarding her, the striking tail to him :'
"Dear Countess ! you have charms all hearts to

And“Sweet Sir Fopling! you have so much wit!"

Such wits and beauties are not prais'd for nought,
For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235

"Twould burst even Heraclitus with the spleen,
To fee thele anticks, Fopling and Courrin:
The Presence seems, with things lo richly odd,

The mosque of Mahmoud, or lome queer Pa-god.
See them lurvey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240 PR. NOT twice a twelvemonth you appear in
Oi all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools!

Print, Adjust their clothes, and to confeflion draw And when it come, the Court fee nothing in't. Those venial fins, an atom, or a straw:

You grow correct, that once with Rapture write But oh! what terrors must liftract the soul And are, besides, too moral for a Wit. Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole; 254

Decay of Parts, alas! we all must feel--- 5 Or should one pound of powder lets belpread

this moment, don't I fee you steal? Those monkey-tails that wag behind their head! 'Tis all from i lorace; Horace long before ye Thos finish'd, and corrected to a lait,

Said, “ Tories call'd him Whig, and Whigs a They march, to prate their hour beiore the Fair.

Tory;" Sufirit to preach awhite-glov'd Chaplain gues, 250 And taught his Romans, in much better metre, With band if Lily, and with cheek of Rule, Tolaugh at tvols who put theirtrust in Peter."10 Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim,

Bue Horace, Sir, was d'licate, was nice; Neatness itel impertinent in him,

Bubo obferves, he lauth'd no fort of Vice : Le but the Ladies (mile, and they are bleft: Horace would tay, Sir Billy (ery'd the Crown, Prodigious ! how the things eft

, protett? 255 Blunt could do Bu finess, Higgins know the Town; Peace, fools, or Conlon will be tarifio leize you, In Sappho touch the Failings of the Sex, IS If once he catch you at your jefu: jei! In reverend Birups note fome Imall Nelcats,

Nature made every Fop to plagne bis brother, and own the Spaniard did a wayith thing,
Just as one Beauty mortisic, anothe".

Who cropt our Ears, and sent them to the King. But here's the Captain chat will plague them is fly, polite, infinuating style both,

260 Could please at Court, and make AUGUSTUS Whole air cries Arm! whole very look's an oath,

Imile: The Captain's honeit, Sirs, and that's enough, An artful Manager, that crept between Though his soul's bullet, and his body bufi. This Friend and Share, and was a kind of Screen, He spits fore-right; his hau_hty veit before, but 'euth your very Friends will hon be fore; Like battering rains, beatš open every door : 265 Patrives there are, who with you'd jeft no more-And with a face as red, and as awry,

And where's the Glory? ' will be only thought 25 As Herod's band dogs in old Tapestry,

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F. Why so? if Satire knows its Time and Place, P. See Sir ROBERI !---hum You still may lath the greatest---in Disgrace: And never laugh---for all my life to come?

For merit will by turns forsake them all; Seen him I have, but in his happier hour

Wculd you know when?

exactly when they Of Social Pleasure, ill-exchang'd for Power; 30 But let all Satire in all Changes spare Seen him, uncumber'd with a Venal tribe

Immortal S---k, and grave DeSmile withour Art, and win without a Bribe. Silent and soft, as Saints remov'd to Heaven, Would he oblige me! let me only find,

All Ties dissolv’d, and every sin forgiven, He does not think me what he thinks mankind. These may some gentle minifterial Wing 95 Come, come, at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt ; 35 Receive, and place for ever near a King! The only difference is, I dare laugh out. There, wbere no Pallion, Pride, or Sbame tran: F. Why yes : with Scripture fill you may be Lulled with the sweet Nepentbe of a Court;


There, where no Father's, Brother's, Friend's A Horse-laugh, if you please, at honefty;

disgrace A Joke on JEKYLL, or some odd Old Whig,

Once break their rest, or ftir them from their Who never chang'd his Principle, or Wig; 40

Place : A Patriot is a Fool in every age,

But past the Sense of human Mileries, Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the Stage :

All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes; These nothing hurts ; they keep their Fashion

still, No check is known to bluth, no heart to ibroh, And wear their strange old virtue, as they will.

Save when they lose a Question, or a Job. If any ak you," Who's the Man so near 45 “ His prince, that writes in Verse, and has his P. Good Heaven forbid, that I should blaft

their glory, Why answer LYTTELTON; and I 'll engage

Who know how like Whig Minifters to Tory, The worthy Youth shall ne'er be in a rage:

And when three Sovereigns dy'd, could fearce be

vext, But were bis Verses vile, his Whisper bale, You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's case, 50 Have I, in Glene wonder, leen such things

Confidering what a gracious Prince was next. Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest Fleury, But well may put some Statesman in a fury,

As Pride in Slaves, and Avarice in Kings; 110

And at a Peer, or Peeress, fhall I free, Laugh then at any, but at Fools or Foes;

Who starves a Sifter or forswears a Debt? These you but anger, and you mend not those.

Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; Laugh at your Friends, and, if your friends are

But shall the dignity of Vice lost? fore,


Ye Gods! shall Cibber's Son, without rebuke, 115 So much the better, you may laugh the more. To Vice and Folly to confine the jest,

Swear like a Lord, or Rich ourwhore a Duke? Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest ; Be brib'd as often, and as often lie?

A Favourite's Porter with his Master vie,
Did not the Sneer of more impartial men
At Sense and Virtue balance all again.

Shall Ward draw Contracts with a Statesman's 60

kill? Judicious Wits spread wide the Ridicule, And charitably comfort Knave and Fool.

Or Japhet pocket, like his Grace, a Will? 120

It is for Bond, or Peter, (palery things) P. Dear Sir. forgive the Prejudice of Youth: To pay their Debts, or keep their faith, lika, Adieu Distinction, Satire, Warmth, and Truth!

Kings? Come, harmless Characters that no one hit; 65 If Blount di parch'd himself, he play'd the man ; Come, Henley's Oratory, Osborn's Wit! And so mayit thou, illustrions Pafferan! The honey dropping from Favonio's tongue, Bųı hall a Printer, weary of his life, The Flowers of Bubo, and che Flow of Young! Learn, from their Buoks, to hang himself and The gracious Dew of Pulpit Eloquence,

Wife? And all the well-whipp'd Cream of Courtly This, this, my friend, I cannoc, must not bear; Senle,

70 Vice thus abus'd, demands a Nation's care : That first was H---vy's, F---'s next, and then, This calls the Church to deprecate our Sin, The S---te's, and then H---vy's once agen. Aud burls the Thunder of the Laws on Gin. 13° O come, that easy Ciceronian style,

Let modeft Foster, if he will, excell So Latin, yet so English all the while,

Ten Metropolitans in preaching well; As, though the Pride of Middleton and Bland, 75 A simple Quaker, or a Quiker's Wife, All Boys may read, and Girls may understand! Outdo Landaffe in Doctrine,---yea in Life: 'Then might I sing, without the least offence, Let humble Allen, with an ankward Shame, 135 And all i ling should be the Nation's Senle ; Do good by ftealth, and blush to find it Fare; Or teach the Melancholy Mule co mourn, Virtge may choole the high or low Degree, Hang the lad Verse on CAROLINA's Urn, 80 'Tis just alike to Virtve, and to me; And hail her passage to the Realms of Reft, Dweil in a Monk, or light upon a King, All parts perforin'd, and all her Children blet! She's still the same belov'd, conteated thing. 140 So---Sacire is no more.--I feel it die--

Vice is undone, if the forzets her Birth, No Gazetteer more innocent than l--

And toops from Angels to the dregs of Earth: And let, a God's name, every Fooland Knive 35 But 'tis the Fall degrades her to a Whore; Bez Tac'd through life, and fiuter'd in his Crave, Let Greatness o'xn her, and the 's mean no more,

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