CONTENTS

OF

THE TWENTY-FOURTH VOLUME.

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MISCELLANIES IN VERSE,

BY MR. POPE, dr. ArbuthnoT, MR. GAY, &c.

Imitations of English Poets, by Dr. Swift.

1. Chaucer. A Tale, lately found in an old Manuscript,

II. Spenser. The Alley,

III. Earl of Dorset. Artemisia,

IV. Swift. The happy Life of a Country Parson,

The Capon's Tale,

The Elephant, or the Parliament-Man,

Verses for Bernard Lintot's new Miscellany,

To Mr. John More, Author of the celebrated Worm Powder,

Verses occasioned by an &c. after Mr. D'Urfey's Name,

Prologue designed for Mr. D'Urfey's last Play,

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Two or Three, or a Receipt to make a Cuckold,

Epigram in a Maid of Honour's Prayer Book,

The Balance of Europe,

ib.

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ib.

ib.

On the Countess of Burlington cutting Paper,
On a certain Lady at Court,

MISCELLANIES IN PROSE CONTINUED.

A wonderful Prophecy,

The Country Post,

A faithful Narrative of what passed in London, &c.
A Specimen of Scriblerus's Reports. Stradling versus Stiles,
God's Revenge against Punning,

*Ars Pun-ica, sive Flos Linguarum; the Art of Punning; or,
the Flower of Languages, in seventy-nine Rules; for the
farther Improvement of Conversation, and Help of Me-
mory. By the Labour and Industry of Tom Pun-sibi,
Edmund Curll, to the Reader,

*The History of Poetry. In a Letter to a Friend,

*The present State of Wit. In a Letter to a Friend in the

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TRIFLES.

Consultation of four Physicians upon a Lord that was dying,

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*General Index to the Twenty-four Volumes,

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MISCELLANIES

IN

VERSE.

BY MR. POPE, DR. ARBUTHNOT, MR. GAY, &e.

COLLECTED BY DR. SWIFT AND MR. POPE.

IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS.

BY

DR. SWIFT.

1. CHAUCER.

A TALE, LATELY FOUND IN AN OLD MAÑÚSCRIPT.

WOMEN, though nat sans leacherie,

Ne swinken but with secrecie:
This in our tale is plain y-fond,
Of clerk that wonneth in Irelond;
Which to the fennes hath him betake
To filch the gray ducke fro the lake.
Right then there passen by the way
His aunt, and eke her daughters tway :
Ducke in his trowzes hath he bent,
Not to be spied of ladies gent.

"But ho! our nephew," crieth one;

"Ho!" quoth another,

66 couzen Johu!"

And stoppen, and lough, and called out,—

This sely clerk full low doth lout.
They asken that and talken this,

"Lo here is coz, and here is miss."
But, as he gloz'd with speeches soote,
The ducke sore tickleth his erse root:
Fore-piece and buttons all to-brest,
Forth thrust a white neck and red crest.
"Te-he," cried ladies; clerke nought spake;
Miss star'd; and gray ducke crieth "quake.”