The Honey dropping from Ty-l's tongue, And all the well-whipt Cream of Courtly Senfe, The S-te's, and then H-vy's once agen 75 So Latin, yet fo English all the while, As, tho' the Pride of Middleton and Bland, All Boys may read, and Girls may understand! And all I fung fhould be the Nation's Senfe: 80 Or teach the melancholy Muse to mourn, Hang the fad Verfe on CAROLINA's Urn, No Gazeteer more innocent than I ! And let, a God's-name, ev'ry Fool and Knave Would you know when? exactly when they fall. 83 90 95 There, There, where no Paffion, Pride or Shame transport, Lull'd with the fweet Nepenthe of a Court; 100 There, where no Father's, Brother's, Friend's difgrace Once breaks their reft, or ftirs them from their Place: But past the fenfe of human Miseries, All Tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes; No cheek is known to blush, no heart to throb, 105. Save when they lose a Question, or a Job. 110 P. Good Heav'n forbid that I should blast their glory, Who know how like Whig-Minifters to Tory, And when three Sov'reigns dy'd, could scarce be vext, Confid'ring what a gracious Prince was next. Have I, in filent wonder, feen fuch things As Pride in Slaves, and Avarice in Kings; And at a Peer, or Peerefs, fhall I fret, Who ftarves a Sifter, or forfwears a Debt? Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast ; But fhall the Dignity of Vice be lost ? Ye Gods! fhall Cibber's Son, without rebuke Swear like a Lord? or Rich out-whore a Duke? A Fav'rite's Porter with his Mafter vie, Be brib'd as often, and as often lie? 120 Shall Ward draw Contracts with a Statesman's fkill? To pay their Debts, or keep their Faith, like Kings? Author of a Book intitled, The Oracles of Reafon. + Author of another, called a Philofophical Dif courfe on Death. A 4 But But shall a Printer, weary of his life, Learn, from their Books, to hang himself and Wife? This calls the Church to deprecate our Sin, Let modeft FOSTER, if he will, excell yea, in Life: 139 135 149 145 Let humble ALLEN, with an aukward Shame, 159 Our Our Youth all livery'd o'er with foreign gold, See, all our Fools afpiring to be Knaves! The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, All, all look up, with reverential Awe, 160 At Crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law: 170 Yet may this Verse (if such a Verse remain). ONE ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT. FR. DIALOGUE II. IS all a Libel-Paxton (Sir) will fay. "Ts. Not yet, my Friend! to morrow P. 'faith it may; And for that very cause I print to day. F. Yet none but you by Name the guilty lash; Ev'n Guthry faves half Newgate by a Dafh. 10 The Ordinary of Newgate, who publishes the Memoirs of the Malefactors. Spare |