To set this matter full before

you, Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.

Harley, the Nation's great Support, But you may read it, I stop thort.

Strenuus & fortis rebus Philippus agendis, &c.

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*HE Tribe of Templars, Play’rs, Apothecaries,

Pimps,Poets, Wits, Lord Fanny's, Lady Mary's, And all the Court in tears, and half the Town, Lament dear charming Oldfield, dead and gone ! Engaging Oldfield! who, with grace and ease,

5 Could join the Arts, to ruin, and to please. AMbubajarum collegia, pharmacopola,

Mendici, mima, balatrones ; hoc genus omne Maftum ac sollicitum eft cantoris morte Tigelli : Quippe Benignus erat

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Not so, who of ten thousand guli'd her Knight,
Then ask'd ten thousand for a second Night :
The Gallant too, to whom she paid it down,
Liv'd to refuse that Mistress half a crown.

Con : Philips cries, “A sneaking dog I hate.”
Thai's all three Lovers have for their Estate!
“ Treat on, treat on,” is her eternal note,
And lands and tenements go down her throat,
Some damn the Jade, and some thé Cullies blame, 15
But not Sir H t, for he does the same.

With all a Woman's virtues but the px, Fufidia thrives in Money, Land, and Stocks : For Int'reft, ten per cent. her constant rate is ; Her Body ? hopeful Heirs may have it gratis. 26 She turns her very Sister to a job, And, in the happy minute, picks your fob:

Contra bic, ne prodigus efe
Dicatur, metuens, inopi dare nolit amico,
Frigus quo duramque famem depellere poflit..

Hunc fi perconteris, avi cur atque parentis
Præclaram ingrata ftringat malus ingluvie rem,
Omnia conduétis coëmens obfonia nummis :
“ Sordidus, atque animi quod parvi nolit baberi,"
Refpondet. laudatur ab his, culpatur ab illis.

Fufidius vappæ famam timet ac nebulonis,
Dimes agris, dives pofitis in fenore nummis.
Quinas hic capiti mercedes exsecat ; atque
Quanto perditior quisque eft, tanto acrius urguet.
Nomina jeztatur, modo fumpta veste virili
Sab patribus duris, tirorum. Maxime, quis non,

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