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Yet these were all poor Gentlemen! I dare
Affirm, 'twas Travel made them what they were.
Thus others talents having nicely shown,
He came by fure tranfition to his own:
Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able,
Pity! you was not Druggerman at Babel;
For had they found a linguift half so good
I make no queftion but the Tow'r had stood.
"Obliging Sir! for Courts you fure were made:
Why then for ever bury'd in the shade?

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go

"Spirits like you, fhould fee and should be feen,
"The King would fmile on you-at least the Queen.
Ah gentle Sir! your Courtiers fo cajol us-
But Tully has it, Nunquam minus folus:
And as for Courts, forgive me, if I say
No leffons now are taught the Spartan way,
Tho' in his pictures Luft be full display'd,
Few are the Converts Aretine has made:
And tho' the Court fhow Vice exceeding clear,
None fhould, by my advice, learn Virtue there.
At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes,
Squeaks like a high-ft:etch'd luteftring, and replies,
"Oh 'tis the fweeteft of all earthly things

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"To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings! Then, happy Man who shows the Tombs! faid I, He dwells amidst the royal Family;

He ev'ry day from King to King can walk.

Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk,

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Your ears shall hear nought but Kings; your eye

meet

Kings only: the way to it is Kings-ftreet.

He fmack'd, and cry'd, He's base, mechanique,

coarse,

So are all your Englishmen in their difcourfe,

Are not your

Frenchmen neat? Mine, as you see,

I have but one, Sir, look, he follows me.

Certes they are neatly cloath'd. I of this mind am,

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Your only wearing is your Grogaram.

Under this pitch

Not fo, Sir, I have more.
He would not fly; I chaf'd him: but as Itch
Scratch'd into fmart, and as blunt Iron ground
Into an edge, hurts worfe: So, I (fool) found,
Croffing hurt me. To fit my fullennefs,

He to another key his style doth dress;

And aíks what news; I tell him of new playes,
He takes my hand, and as a Still which stayes
A Sembrief, 'twixt each drop, he niggardly,
As loth to inrich me, fo telis many a ly.
More than ten Hollenfheads, or Halls, or Stows,
Ofuivial houfhold trafh: He knows, he knows

And get by speaking truth of monarchs dead, What few can of the living, Eafe and Bread. "Lord, Sir, a meer Mechanic; ftrangely low, "And coarfe of phrafe,-your English all are fo. "How elegant your Frenchmen?" Mine, d'ye mean? I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. "Oh! Sir, politely fo! nay, let me die, "Your only wearing is your Padua-foy." Not, Sir, my only, I have better still, And this you fee is but my Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke, Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke. But as coarse iron, fharpen'd, mangles more, And itch moft hurts when anger'd to a fore;

dishabille

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So when you plague a fool, 'tis ftill the curfe, 120 You only make the matter worfe and worse,

He paft it o'er; affects an eafy fmile

At all my peevishness, and turns his style.
He asks, "What News? I tell him of new Plays,
New Eunuchs, Harlequins, and Operas.

He hears, and as a Still with fimples in it
Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute,
Loth to inrich me with too quick replies,

By little, and by little, drops his lies.

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Meer houshold trafh! of birth-nights, balls, and shows,

When the Queen frown'd or fmil'd, and he knows

what

A fubtle Statesman may gather of that;

He knows who loves whom; and who by poison
Hafts to an offices reverfion;

Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horfe, he notes,
Who loveth whores

He knows who hath sold his land, and now doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, fhoes, and egge

Shells to transport;

fhortly boys shall not play

At fpan-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay
Toll to fome Courtier; and wifer than all us,
He knows what Lady is not painted. Thus
He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, spue, fpit,
Look pale and fickly, like a Patient, yet

He thrufts on more, and as he had undertook,
To fay Gallo-Belgicus without book,

VER. 151, What Lady's fate etc.] The Original is here very humourous. This torrent of fcandal concludes thus,

And wifer than all us

He knows what Lady

the reader expects it will conclude,-what Lady is painted, No, juft the contrary,

what Lady is not painted,

fatirically infinuating, that that is a better Proof of the goodness of his intelligence than the other. The Reader fees there is greater force in the ufe of thefe plain words, than in those

When the Queen frown'd, or fmil'd, he knows; and (what

A subtle Minister may make of that:

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Who fins with whom: who got his Penfion rug,
Or quicken'd a Reverfion by a drug:
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Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four,
And whether to a Bishop, or a Whore:
Who having loft his credit, pawn'd his rent,
Is therefore fit to have a Government:
Who in the fecret, deals in Stocks fecure,
And cheats th'unknowing Widow and the Poor :
Who makes a Truft of Charity a Job,
And gets an Act of Parliament to rob:
Why Turnpikes rife, and now no Cit nor Clown
Can gratis see the country, or the town:
Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole,
But fome excifing Courtier will have toll.
He tells what ftrumpet places fells for life,
What 'Squire his lands, what citizen his wife:
And laft (which proves him wiser ftill than all) 150
What Lady's face is not a whited wall.

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As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore, I puke, I naufeate,-yet he thrufts in more:

which the Imitator employs. And the reafon is, because the atire does not turn upon the odioufnefs of painting; in which afe the terms of a painted wall had given force to the expreffion; ut upon the frequency of it, which required only the fimple