VII.
With thee in private modest Dulness lies,

And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise ; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wise!

VIII.
Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;

Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest.

IX.
Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,

The only honour of the wishing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame.

X. But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are free,

How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee !
At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wouldst thou be!

XI.
Yet speech ev'n there, submissively withdraws,

From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy Laws.

XII.
Paft services of friends, good deeds of foes,

What Favourites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.

XIII.
The country wit, religion of the town,

The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown,
Are best by thee express’d; and shine in thee alone.

XIV.
The parson's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry,

Lord's quibble, crític's jest ; all end in thee,
All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.

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VI.

E. OF DORSET.

A R T E MISI A.

: Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke: Yet in some things methinks he fails, 'Twere well if she would pair her nails,

And wear a cleaner smock.

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Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such nastiness, and so much pride,

Are oddly join’d by fate :
On her large squab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpse upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in state.

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She wears no colours (sign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide :
Dauntless her look, her gesture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And masculine her stride.

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So have I seen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Magpye hight,

Majestically stalk;
A stately, worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,

All Autter, pride, and talk.

PHRYNE.

Ρ Η R Υ Ν Ε.

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HRYNE had talents for mankind, P!

Open she was, and unconfin’d,
Like some free port of trade;
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And Agents from each foreign state

Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good-breeding such,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,

Spaniards or French came to her :
To all obliging she'd appear :
'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer,

'Twas S'il vous plaist, Monsieur. Obscure by birth, renown’d by crimes, Still changing names, religion, climes,

At length she turns a Bride :
In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She shines the first of batter'd jades,

And flutters in her pride.
So have I known those Insects fair
(Which curious Germans hold so rare)

Still vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new Titles with new forms;
First grubs obscene, then wriggling worms,

Then painted butterflies.

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VII.

DR. SWIFT.

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The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON. PARSON, these things in thy poffefling

Are better than the Bishop's blessing. A Wife that makes conserves; a Steed That carries double when there's need : October store, and best Virginia,

5 Tythe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea : Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank’d, For which thy Patron's weekly thank’d; A large Concordance, bound long finee; Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince : A Chronicle of ancient standing; A Chrysostom to smooth thy band in. The Polyglott-three parts,-my text, Howbeit,– likewise-Dow to my next. Lo here the Septuagint,--and Paul,

IS To sum the whole,- the clofe of all.

He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'Squire, and kiss his Wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And fast on Fridays if he will;
Toast Church and Queen, explain the News,
Talk with Church-Wardens about Pews,
Pray heartily for some new Gift,
And Thake his head at Doctor Swift.

A FARE

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A FAREWELL TO LONDON

IN THE YEAR 1715.

,

This year

k and you

farewell! Thy fools no more I'll teize :

in

peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease ! Soft B - and rough C -- adieu!

Earl Warwick make your moan,
The lively H -

May knock up whores alone.
To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd

Till the third watchman toll;
Let Jervais gratis paint, and Frowde

Save three-pence and his soul.
Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery

learned fot;
And Garth, the best good christian he,

Although he knows it not.
Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;

Farewel, unhappy Tonson !
Heaven gives thee, for thy loss of Rowe,

Lean Philips, and fat Johnson.
Why should I stay? Both parties rage;

My vixen mistress squalls;
The wits in envious feuds engage;
And Homer (damn him!) calls.

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