Quit your Cabals, Affociate, and in Spight
of WHIG or TORY, in this Caufe Unite:
One Vote will then fend Anjou into France;
There let him with Mock-Monarchs rule the Dance.
Elfe to the Mantuan Soil he may repair,

Ev'n exil'd GoDs of Old, were Latium's Care,

At worst he'll find fome Cornish Burrough there.

A

LETTER

FROM

Dick Et to fo T------s,

On Drinking to the

Memory of the Dead.

I.

EAR old Brother, Jo,

Laft Week you must know,

Being tir'd with Walking and Thinking;
As foon as 'twas Night,

We whisk'd up a Light,

And refresh'd our Spirits with Drinking.

M.

Jo HAINS, BROWN, and I,Trub nodT

And JAMES NOKES was by,

And DRYDEN was one of the Club,

Who fuddenly took

From's Pocket a Book,

Entitled, The Tale of a Tub.

Then fell from a Smile

To Laughing, as if he would split;ma Swore Mahomet's-Pidgeon, but

Had as much Religion,

As he who that Treatife had writ

IV.

Grave DOD WELL was there, winA

DoDWELL

And would make it appear,

That the Author was now made a DEAN,

Came a Tory-Parfon from Conk; lol

Who cry'd Might and Main,

For GOD's fake refrain,

From this horrid Heathenish. Work,, cả ch

Of which he brought here a Cargo;

To prove it Atheism,

By fair Syllogifm,

As ever concluded with Ergote libnm2 mot

VIII. Then

VIII.

Then merry Jo HAINS

To read it took Pains,

And to give us a true Relations
Which he did in his Place, om d

And with Anger in's Face, 201
Undertook for the Confutation,

. IX.

Quoth he, I have heard,guni's most
Of this Reverend Bard,

Tho' I faw not his Book before; lazy

By his honeft good Friend of Dramagatan, yes,