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Art can deceive, or hunger force my taste ;
Talkers I 've learn’d to bear; Motteux I knew, 50
He spies me out: I whisper,— Gracious God!
said I. • But the best words?—“0, sir, the dictionary.' • You miss my aim : I mean the most acute 70 And perfect speaker??—Onslow, past dispute.' • But, sir, of writers ?— Swift for closer style, But Hoadley for a period of a mile.' “Why, yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass : Good common linguists, and so Panurge was; 75
68 • What speech esteem you most?'-The king's.' This hurt Wilkes's loyalty! The sneer,' said he, 'is bighly indecent.'
73 But Hoadley for a period of a mile. The bishop had rendered himself obnoxious to the jacobites by his zeal for the Hanover succession. The period of a mile' was a sneer at his controversial works, which were rather long-drawn.
Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass
He adds, . If of court life you knew the good,
() sir, 'Tis sweet to talk of kings.' _At Westminster,' Said I, the man that keeps the abbey-tombs, And for his price, doth with whoever comes Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, From king to king, and all their kin can walk: Your ears shall hear naught but kings; your eyes
meet Kings only: the way to it is King's-street.'
Nay, troth, the apostles, though perhaps too
Thus others' talents having nicely shown, 80
eyes ; Squeaks like a high-stretch'd lutestring, and re
plies ;• 0, 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things 100 To gaze on princes, and to talk of kings! • Then, happy man who shows the tombs !' said I; • He dwells amidst the royal family; He every day from king to king can walk; Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk; 105
He smack'd, and cried, “He's base, mechanique,
coarse, So are all your Englishmen in their discourse. Are not your Frenchmen neat ?’-Mine, as you
see; I have but one, sir, look, he follows me.' • Certes, they are neatly cloathed. I of this mind
am ;Your only wearing is your grogaram. * Not so, sir, I have more.' Under this pitch He would not fly; I chaff”d him : but as itch Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron ground Into an edge, hurts worse; so I (fool) found, Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness, He to another key his style doth dress; And asks 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, so tells many a ly; More than ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stows, Of trivial household trash : he knows, he knows When the queen frown'd or smiled ; and he knows
what A subtle statesman may gather of that; He knows who loves whom; and who by poison Hasts to an office's reversion;