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IMITATIONS

OF

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EPISTLE VII. ·

IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR.SWIFT.

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'TIS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

I would be with you, June the third ;
Chang'd it to August, and in short)
Have kept it—as you do at court.
You humour me when I am sick,
Why not when I am splenetick?
In town, what objects could I meet ?
The shops shut up in ev'ry street,
And fun’rals black’ning all the doors,
And yet more melancholy whores :
And what a dust in ev'ry place?
And a thin court that wants your face,
And fevers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both in town!

“ The Dog-days are no more the case.”
'Tis true, but Winter comes apace:
Then southward let

your

bard retire, Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire, And you

the first warm weather, Me and the butterflies together.

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My Lord, your favours well I know; 'Tis with distinction you bestow; And not to ev'ry one that comes, Just as a Scotsman does his plums. “ Pray take them, Sir.- Enough's a feast : “ Eat some, and pocket up the rest."What, rob your boys? those pretty rogues! “ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the hogs." Thus fools with compliments besiege ye, Contriving never to oblige ye. Scatter

your

favours on a fop,
Ingratitude's the certain crop;
And 'tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good:
But makes a difference in his thought
Betwixt a guinea and a groat.

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe companion, and a free ;
But if you'd have me always near-
A word, pray,

in
your

Honour's
I hope it is your resolution
To give me back my constitution!
The sprightly wit, the lively eye,
Th' engaging smile, the gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a summer sun,
And kept you up so oft till one:

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And all that voluntary vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my strain.

A weasel once made shift to slink
In at a corn-loft thro' a chink;
But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as

he
Which one belonging to the house
('Twas not a man, it was a mouse)
Observing, cry'd, “ You 'scape not so,
“ Lean as you came, Sir, you must go.'

Sir, you may spare your application,
I'm no such beast, nor his relation;
Nor one that temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that

may

make me none of mine.
South-sea subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but liberty and ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais’d my modesty, and smil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My bread, and independency !
So bought an annual rent or two,
And livd-just as you see I do ;
Near fifty, and without a wife,
I trust that sinking fund, my life.

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VER. 67. Child] Sir Francis Child, the banker.

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