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| And certain laws, by suff’rers thought unjust, EPISTLE II. BOOK II.

Denied all posts of profit or of trust;

Hopes after hopes of pious Papist faild, Dear Colonel, Cobhain's and your country's While mighty William's thund'ring arm preYou love a verse, take such as I cansend. [friend! For Right Hereditary tax'd and fin'd, [vail'd. A Frenchman comes, presents you with fris bey, I He stuck 10 poverty with peace of mind; Buws and begins Tbis lad, Sir, is of Blois : 1 And me the Muses help to undergo it; “ Observe his shape how clean, his locks how Convict a Papist he, and I a Poct. “curld!

| But (thanl. to Homer!) since I live and thrive, "My only son, I'd have him see the world :. Indebted to no prince or peer alive, " His French is pure; his voice too you shall Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes, “hear,

If I would scribble rather than repose. [day, “Sir, he's vour slave for twenty pounds a-year. Years following years steal something, ev'ry “Mere was as yet, you fashion bim with ease, | At last they steal us from ourselves away ; "Your barber,cvok,upholst'rer, what you please: In one our frolics, one amusements end, “ A perfect genius at an opera song —

In one a mistress drops, in one a friend : "To say too much, might do my honor wrong. This subtle thief of life, this paltry Time,' "Take him with all his virtues, on my word; What will it leave me, if it snatch ny rhyme ? “ His whole ambition was to serve a lord : If ev'ry wheel of that unwearied mill, " But, Sir, lo you, with what would I not part? That turn’dien thousand verses now stand still? “Tho' faith, I fear,'twill break his inother'sheart.! But, after all, what would you have me do, “ Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, When out of twenty I can please not two; " And then, unwhipp'ú, he had the grace to cry: When this IIeroics only deigns to praise, " The fault he has I' fairly shall rereal; Sharp Satire that, and that Pindaric lays? (Could you o’erlook but that) it is, io steal.” One likes the pheasant's wing, and one the leg:

If, after this, you took the graceless lad, The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg. Could you complain, my friend, he prov'd so bad? | Hard task! to hit the palate of such guests, Faith, in such case, if you should prosecute, | When Oldfield loves what Dartincut detests. I think Sir Godfrey should decide the suit, But grant I may relapse, for want of grace, Who sent the thief, that stole the cash, away, Again to rhyme : 'can London be the place? And punish'd him that put it in his way. Who there his Musc, or self, or soul attends,

Consider then, and judge me in this light; In crowds and courts, law, business, feasts, and I told you, when I went, I could not write;

friends? You said the same; and are you discontent My counsel sends to execute a deed : With laws to which you gave your own assent: A Poet begs ne I will hear him read : Nay worse, to ask for verse at such a time! In Palace-yard at nine you 'll find me there –

In Palace-yard at nine you D'ye think me good for nothing but to rhymne? | At ten for certain, Sir, in Bloomsbury-square

In Anna's wars, a soldier poor and old Before the Lords at twelve my Cause comes onHad dearly earn'd a little purse of gold: | There's a Rehearsal, Sir, exact at one. Tird with a tedious march, one luckless night " Oh! but

“Oh! but a Wit can study in the streets, Hle slept, poor dog! and lost it to a doit. " And raise his mind above ile mob he meets,” This put the man in such a desp'rate mind, Not quite so well however as one ought; Between revenge, and grief, and hunger join'd, A hackney-coach may chance to spoil a thought; Against ilie foe, himself, and all mankind, ) | And then a nodding-beam, or pig of lead, He leap'd the trenches, scal'd a castle wall, God knows, may hurt the very allest head. Tore down a standard, took the fort and all. Have you not seen, at Guildliall's narrow pass, "Prodigious well!” his great commander cried : Two Aldermen dispute it with an Ass; Gave him much praise, and some reward beside. | And Peers give way, cxaltell as they are, Acxt pleas'd his excellence a town to batter: Ev'n to their own S-r-y-nce in a car? (Its name I know not, and 'tis no great matter) Go, lofty Poet! and in such a crowd "Go on, my friend (he cried) see yonder walls! Sing thy sonorous verse -- but not aloud, "Advance and conquer! go where glory calls! Alas! to grottos and to groves we run;

More honors, more rewards, attend the brave.” To ease and silence ev'ry Muse's son: Don't you remember what reply he gave? Blackmore himself, for any grand effort, "D'ye think me, noble Gen'ral, such a sot? Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's-court. 'Let him take castles who has ne'er a groat." How shall I'rhyme in this eternal roar? [before? Bred up at home, full early I begun

How match the bards whom none e'er inatch'd To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' son. The man who, stretch'd in Isis' calm retreat, Besides my father taught me, from a lari, | To books and study gives seven years complete, The better art to know the good from bad : See! strew'd with learned dust, his nighicap on, (And little sure imported to remore,

He walks, an object now bencath the sun Toliant for truth in Maudlin's learned grove), The boys flock round him, and the people stare: 2 But knottier points we knew not half so well. So stiff, somute! some statue, you would swear, Depriv'd us soon of our paternal cell ;

Stept from its pedestal to take the air!
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And here, while town, and court, and city roars, Who, tho' the House was up, delighted sate,
With mobs, and duns, and soldiers, at their doors, Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate :
Shall I in London act this idle part?

In all but this, a man of suber life,
Composing songs, for tools to get by heart? Fond of his Friend, and civil to his Wife;

The Temple late two brother Sericants saw, Not quite a madwan tho' a pasty fell, Who deem'd each other Oracles of Law; And much too wise to walk into a well. (nurd, With equal talents, these congenial souls, [Rolls; Hirn the danın'd Doctors and his Friends iniOne lullid th’ Exchequer, and one stund the They bled, they cnpp'd, they purg'd; in short, Each had a gravity would make you split,

they cur'd : And shook his head at Alurray, as a wit. Whereat ihe gentleman began to stare ”Twas, “ Sir, your law"-and Sir, your elo- My friends! he cried, p-x take you for your care, ... quence;

[bot's sense.' That from a Patriot of distinguish'd note, “Yours, Cowper's manners;' and Tours, Tal- | Have bled and pury'd me io a simple Vote. Thus we dispose of all poetic merit;

Well, on the whole, plain prose must be myfate: Yours Miltou's genius, and mine Homer's spirit. Wisdom, curse on it! will come soon or late. Call Tibbald Shakspeare,and he'll swearthe Nine, There is a time when Poets will grow dull: Dear Cibber! never match'd onc Ode of thine. I'll e'en leare verses to the boys at school : Lord! how we strut thro' Merlin's Cave to see To rules of Poetry no more confin'd, No poets there but Stephen, you, and me. I'll learn to smooth and harmomize my mind; Walk with respect behind, while we at eise Teach ev'ry thought within its bounds lo roll, Weave laurel Crowns, and take what names we And keep the equal measure of the soul. “My dearTibullus!" if that will not do, please, Soon as I enter at my country door, “Let me be Horace, and be Ovid you : Vy inind resumes the thread it dropp'd before; "Or, l'in content; allow nie Drrden's strains, Thought which at Hyle-park corner I forgot, “ And you shall rise up Otway for your pains.”lleet and rejoin me in the pensive Grot; Much do I sufien much to keep in peace There all alone, and complimeni. apart, This jealous, waspish, wrong-head, rhyming race; I ask these sober questions of my heart : And much musi flatter, if the whim should bite If, when the more you drink, the more you To court applause, by printing what I write: 1 But, let the fit pass o'er, I'ın wise enough You tell the Doctor; when the more you have, To stop my ears to their confounded stuff. The more you want, why not with equal ease

In vain bad Rhymers all mankind reject, [spect: Confess as well your Follv, as Disease? They treat themselves with most profound re- The heart resolves this matter in a trice: 'Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue; " Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice." Each, prais'il within, is happy all day lony: When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil, But how severely with themselves proceed You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil; The men who write such Verse as we can reall! When servile Chaplains cry that birth and place Their own strict Judges, not a word they spare Endue a Peer with honor, truth, and grace, That wants or force, or light, or weight, or care. Look if that breast, most dirty D-! be fair ; Howe'er unwillingly it quits its place,

Say, can you find out one such lodger there? Nay tho' at Court (perhaps) it inay find grace: 1 Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach, Such they'll degrade; and sometimes, in its stead, You go to church to hear these flatt'rers preach. In downright charity resive the dead;

| Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, Mark where a bold expressive phrase appears, la grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, Bright thro' the rubbish of some hundred years; | The wisest man might blush, I niust agter, Command old words that long bare slept,t'awake, If D*** lov'd sixpence more than he. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake:) If there be truth in Law, and Use can give Or bid the new be English, ages hence, A Property, that's yours on which you live. (For Use will father what's begot by Sense) Delighted' Abs-court, if its fields afford Pour the full ride of eloquence along,

Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord ; Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong,

All Worldly's hens, nav partridge, sold to town, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tougue:) Hisien'son too, a guinca makes your own: Prune the luxuriant, the uncouih refine, Ile bonght at thousands what with better wit But show no mercy to an empty line :

You purchase as you want, and bit by bit; Then polish all with so much life and ease, Now, or longsince, wlrat diff'rence will be found: You think 'tis Nature, and a knack to please: Yon pay a penny, and he paid a pound. < But ease in writing flows from art, noichance; Heathcore bimself, and such large-acred men, « Asthose move easiest whoharelearn'lrodance.” Lords of tat Esham, or of Lincoln fen,

If such the plague and pains to write by rule, Buy ev'ry stick of wood that lends them heat. Better (say I) be pleas'd, and play the fool : | Buy ev'ry pullet they afford to cat. Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease; Yet these are Wights who fondly call their own It gives men happiness or leaves the case. Half that the Devilo'erlooks from Lincoln toura. There liv'd in primo Georgii (they record) The Laws of God, as well as of the land, A worthy member, no small tool, a Lord; | Abhor a Perpetuity should stand:



Estates have wings, and hangin fortune's pow'r, With terrors round, can reason hd her thronc,
Loose on the point of ev'ry waving hour, Despise the known, nor trembleatı' unknown?
Ready, by force, or of your own accord, Survey both worlds, intrepid and etire,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. In spite of witches, devils, dreamsınd fire ?
Man? and for ever? wretch! what would'stthon. Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd lopok behind,
Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave. [lave? | And count cach birth-day with a gieful mind?
All vast possessions (just the saine the case llas life no sourness, drawn so neaits end?
Whether you call them lilla, Park, or Chasc) (anst thou endure a foe, forgive a 'iend?
Alas, my Bathurst! what will they avail? Has age but melted the rough pariaway,
Juin Cotswood hills to Saperton's fáir dale; As wintor fruits grow mild ere the decay?
Let rising granaries and tennples hcre,

Or will you think, my friend, your asiness done, Their mingled farms and pyramids appear;

When, of a hundred thorns, you uil out one? Link towus to towns with wenues of oak; | Learn to live well, or fairly mae your will; Inclose whole towns in walls -'uis all a joke! You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, ad drank your Inexorable Death shall level all,

Walk sober off, before a sprightli age (till: And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall. Comes titt'ringon, and shoves you on the stage;

Gold, Silver, Iv'ry, Vascs, sculptur'd high, Leave such to crifie with more gre and ease,
Paini, Marble, Gems, and robes of Persian dye, Whoin folly pleases, and whose filies please.
There are who have not mand, thank Heaven!
there are,

$21. Epilogues to the Satires. Inco Dialogues. Who if they have not, think not worth their care.

Talk what you will of Taste, ny friend, you'll Two of a face as soon as of a mind. . [hind,

DIALOGUE I. Wby, of two brothers, rich and resuless one isun; Fr. Not twice a twelvemonthyou appear in Ploughs, burus, manures, and toils from sun to print ; The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, And when it comes, the Court se nothing in't. All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosveuor's You grow correct, that once wit rapture writ; : mines :

| And are, besides, too moral for all it. Why one, like Bu- with pay and scorn content, Decay of parts, alas! we all mu: feel Bows, and rotes on, in Court and Parliament; Why now, this moment, don't Isee you steal : One, driven by strong Benevolence of soul, 'Tis all from Horace; Horace, Ing before ye, Shall fly, like Oglethorp, from pole to polo ; Said, “ Tories calld him Whis and Whigs a Is known alone to that Directing Pox's. Who forms the Genius in the watal hour;

And taught his Romans, in muh better metre, That God of Nature, who, within us still, “To laugh at fools who put theitrusť in Peter." Inclines our action, not constrains our will: But Horace, Sir, was delicate was nice; Various of temper, as of face or frame,

Bubu observes, he laslı'd no sor of Vice : Each individual; his great End the same. Horace would say, Sir Billy ser'd the Croion; Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap,

Blunt could do business, H-ggin know the town; A part I will enjoy as well as keep."

In Sappho touch the Failings o'the Ser, My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace In rev'rend Bishops note some 'mall neglects; A man so poor would live without a place : And own the Spaniard did a uggish thing, But sure no statute in his favor savs,

| Who cropp'dour ears, and sent tiem to the king. How free or frugal I shall pass my days ; His sly, polite, insinuating styk 1, who at some times spend, at others spare,

Could pleascatCourt, and inakedugustus smile : Divided between carelessness and care.

An artful manager, that crept letween . "Tis one thing inadly to disperse my store ;

His friend and shaine, and wasa kind of screen. Another, not to heed to treasure more ; | But, 'faith, your very friends wll soon be sore; Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day,

Patriois there are who wish you'd jest no more And pleas'd if sordid want be far away. . | And whcre's the Glory? 'twill be only thought

What is 't to me a passenger, (God wot) The great man never offer'd bin a groat.
Whether my vessel be first rate or not? . Go see Sir Robert
The ship itself may make a better figure,

P. See Sir Robert!. huin
But I that sail ain neither less nor bigver; | And never laugh for all my life to come?
I neither strut with cr’ry fav'ring breath, Seen him I have, but in bis hippier hour
Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth: Of Social Pleasure, ill-exchanged for Pow'r,
In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd Seen hin, uncumber'd with avenal tribe,
Behind the foremost, and before the last. Sinile without art, and win without a bribe.

" But why all this of avarice? I have none." Would he oblige ine? let me only find Twish you joy, Sir, of a tyraut gone;

He does not think me what he thinks mankind. But does no other lord it at this hour . Come, come at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt; As wild and mad - the avarice of pow'r? The only diff'rence is dare laugh out. Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appall? F. Why 'yes, with Scripture still you may be free; Not the black fear of death that saddens all? A horse-langh, if you please, at Honesty ;. .,

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A Joke on JkYL., or some odd Old Whig, But, past the sense of human miseries,
Who never doyd his principle, or wig; All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ;
A patriot is fool in ev'ry age,

No cheek is known to blush, no heart to throb, Whon all Ird Chamberlains allow the stage : Save when they lose a question, or a job. These nothig hurts; they keep their fashion still, P. Good Heaven forbid that I should blast And wear thir strange old virtue, as they will. . their glory,

If any aslyou, “Who 's the man, so near Who know how like Whig Ministers to Tory, “llis prínce hat writesin verse, and has his ear?" And when three Sov'reigns died, could scarce be Why answeiLyttleton ; and I'll engage

vext, The worthy outh shall ne'er be in a rage: Consid'ring what a gracious Prince was next. But were hiverses vile, his whisper base, Have I, in silent wonder, seen such things You'd quich find him in Lord Fanny's case. As pride in Slaves, and avarice in Kings; Sejanus, Woer, hurt not honest Fleury ; And at a Peer or Peeress shall I frei, But well majput some statesmen in a fury. Who starves a sister, or forswears a debt?

Laugh thelat any but at fools or foes ; .. Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; These you bu anger, and you mend not those. But shall the dignity of Vice be lost? Laugh at youfriends; and, if your friends are Ye Gods! shall Cibber's son, without rebuke, sore,

Swear like a Lord, or Rich outwhore a Duke? So much the etter, you may laugh the more. A fav’rite's porter with his master vie, a To vice and sily to confine the jest,

Be brib'd as often, and as ofien lie? Sets half the brid, God knows, against the rest; Shall Ward draw contracts with a statesman's Did not the srer of more impartial men Or Japhet pocket, like his Grace, a will? (skill? At sense and rtue balance all again.

Is it for Bond or Peter (paltry things !) Judicious wiispread wide the ridicule,: To pay their debts, or keep their faith, like kings? And charitablcomfort kuave and fool, If Blount dispatch'd himself, be play'd the man,

P. Dear Si, forgive the prejudice of youth : And so may'st thou, illustrious Passeran! Adieu, distinciou, satire, wariph, and truth! But shall a Printer, weary of his life, Come, harmles characters that no one hit; Learn from their books to hang himself and wife? Come, Henleys oratory, Osborne's wit! This, this, my friend, I cannot, must not bear; The honey droping from Favonio's tongue, Vice thus abus'd demands a nation's care : The fow'rs of Bubo, and the flow of Y-ng! This calls the church to deprecate our sin, The gracious diw of pulpit eloquençę, And hurls the thunder of the laws on gin. And all the wel-whipp'd cream of courtly sense, Let modest Foster, if he will, excel The first was l y's, F-'s next, and then Ten Metropolitans in preaching well ; The S-te's, and then H-ry's once again. A simple Quaker, or a Quaker's wife, () come, that esy, Ciceronian style,

Outdo' Landafl in doctrine — yea in life; Su Latiir, yet s«English all the while,

Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, As,'tho' the pile of Middleton and Bland, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. All boys may rail, and girls may understand! l'irtue may choose the high or low degree, Then amiglie lug, without the least oflence, | 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me; Aud all I sung siould be the Nation's Sense; Dwell in a Monk, or light upon a King, Or teach the indancholy Muse to mourn, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing. Hang the çad sese on Carolina's urn,

Vice is undone if she forgets her birth, And hail her pasage to the Realms of Rest, And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth • All parts perforn'd, and all her children blest! But 'tis the Fall degrades her to a whore : So Satire is no nore- I feel it die

LetGreatness own her, and she's mean no more. No Gazetteer mire innocent than I

Her birth, her beauty,crowds and courts confess, And let, a-God's nanie, ev'ry fool and knave

| Chaste matrons praise her and grarebishops bless; Be grac'd thro’lle, and flatter'd in his grave. In golden chains the willing world she draws,

F.Why go? if Satire knows his tine and place, And hers the gospel is, and hers the laws; You still may lasi the greatest in disgrace: Mounts the tribunal, lifts her scarlet head, For merit will be turns forsake them all; And sces pale Virtue carted in her stead. Would you know when? exactly when they fall. Lo! at the wheels of her triumphal car, But let all satire in all changes spare

Old England's Genius, rough with many a scary linmortal S-k, and grave D-re.

Dragg'd in the dust! his arms hang idly round, Silent and soft as saints remov'd to heaven, His Hag inverted trains along the ground! All ties dissoly'd, and ev'ry sin forgiven, Our youth, all livery'd o'er with foreign gold, These may some pentle ministerial wing Before her dance; behind her, crawl the old! Receive, and place for ever near a King ![sport, See thronging millions to the Pagod run, There, where no passion, pride, or shame tran-| And offer country, perent, wise, or son! Lullah with the sweet Nepenthe of a Court; Hear her black trumpet thro' the land proclaim, There, where ro father's, brother's, friend's dis- That not to be corrupted is the shame, grace

In soldier, churchman, patriot, man in pow's, Once breaktheir rest,or stir thein from their place. 'Tis av'rice all, ainbition is no more!


See all our nobles begging to be slaves ! | Then better sure it Charity becomes
See all our fools aspiring to be knaves !

To las Directors, who, thank God, have plums; The wit of cheats, the courage of a whore,

Still better Ministers; or, if the thing Are what ten thousand envy and adore : . | May pinch even there why lay it on a King. All, all look up, with reverential awe,

ť. Stop! stop! At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ;) P. Must satirc, then, nor rise nor fall? While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Speak out, and bid me blame no rogues at all. " Nothing is sacred now but villany."

'F. Yes, strike that Wild, I 'lljustify the blow'. Yet may this verse (if such a verse remain)

P. Strike? why the man was hang'd ten years Show there was one who held it in disdain.


Who now that obsolete example fears ?

Even Peter trembles only for his ears.

F. What alwaysPeter Peter thinks you mad; F. 'Tis all a libel — Paxton (Sir) will say.) You make inen desp'rare, if they once are bad :

P. Not yet, my friend! 10-morrow, 'faith it|Else might he take to virtue some years henceAnd for that very cause I print to-day. (may ;) P. AsS-k, if he lives, will love the Prinoe. How should I fret to mangle ev'ry line,

F. Strange spleen to S k ! In reverence to the sins of Thirty-nine !

. P. Do I wrong the man? Vice with such giant strides coines on amain, God knows, I praise a Courtier where I can. Invention strives to be before in vain;

When I confess, there is who feels for fame, Feign what I will, and paint it e'er so strong, | And mells to goodness, need I Scarb'row name? Some rising genius sins up to my song.

Pleas'd let me own, in Esher's peaceful grove F. Yet none but you by name the guilty lash; (Where Kent and nature vie for Pelham's love), Even Guthry saves half Newgate by a dash. The scene, the master, op'ning to my view, Spare then the person, and expose the viee : I sit and dream I see my Craggs anew!

P. How, Sir! not damn the sharper, but the Even in a Bishop I can spy desert; Come on then, satire! gen’ral, unconfin’d [dice? Secker is decent, Rundel has a heart: Spread thy broad wing, and souse on all the kind. Manners with candor are to Benson given; Ye statesmen, priests, of one religion all! To Berkley ev'ry virtue under heaven. . Ye tradesmen, vile, in army, court, or hall! But does the Court a virtuous man remove? Ye rer’rend Atheists--F. Scandal! name them;| That instant, I declare, he has my love : who?

I shun his zenith, court his mild decline; P.Why that's the thing you bid me not to do. Thus Somers once and Halifax were mine. Who starv'd a sister, who forswore a debt, | Oft, in the clear still mirror of retreat, I never nam’d; the town 's inquiring yet. I studied Shrewsbury, the wise and great; .

F.The pois'ning dame, you mean.-P.I don't. Carleton's calm sense and Stanhope's noble flame F. You do.

Compard, and knew theirgen'rousend the same. P. See, now I keep the secret, and not you! How pleasing Alterbury's softer hour! The bribing statesman.-F.Hold,toohighyougo. How shind the soul, unconquer'd in the Tow'r? P. The brib'd elector.-F. There you stoop How can I Puli'ney, Chesterfield forget, too low.

While Roman spirit charms, and Ariie wit? P. I fain would please you, if I knew with Argyle, the State's whole thunder born to wield, - what;

And shake alike the senate and the field : Tell me which knave is lawful game, which not? Or Wyndham, just to freedom and the thronc, Must great offenders, once escap'd the Crown, The master of our passions, and his own : Like royal harts, be never more run down? Names which I long have lov'd, nor lov'din vain, Admit your law to spare the knight requires, Rank'd with their friends, not number'd with As beasts of nature may we hunt the 'squires ? · their train; Suppose I censure - you know what I mean- And if yet higher the proud list should end, To save a Bishop, may I name a Dean? Still let me say, No follower, but a friend

F. A Dean, Sir? no; his fortune is not made; Yet think not, friendship only promptsıylays; You hart a man that 's rising in the trade. I follow Virtue; where she shines, I praise ;

P. If not the tradesman who set up to-day, Point she to Priest or Elder, Whig or Tory,
Much less the 'prentice who to-morrow may. Or round a Quaker's beaver cast a glory.
Down,down proud satire! tho'a realm be spoil'd, I never (to my sorrow I declare)
Arraign no mightier thief than wretched Wild; Din'd with the Man of Ross, or my Lord Mayor.
Or, if a court or country's made a job, Some in the choice of friends (ray, look not
Go drench a pickpocket, and join the mob.

But, Sir, I beg you (for the love of vice !) Have still a secret bias to a knave :
The matter 's weirhty, pray consider twice: To find an honest man, I beat about,
Have you less pity for the needy cheat,

And love him, court hiin, praise him, in or out.
The poor and friendless villain, than the great? F. Then why so few commended ?
Alas! the small discredit of a bribe

P. Not se fierce; Scarce hurts the Lawyer, but undoes the Scribe. Find you the virtue, and I 'll find the verse.


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