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For you, my love, is all my fear,
FROM THE GREEK.
GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire,
FRANK carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats:
Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes;
To John I ow’d great obligation;
To publish it to all the nation:
YEs, every poet is a fool:
Happy, could Ned's inverted rule
THY nags, (the leanest things alive)
TO A PERSON WHO WROTE ILL,
LIE, Philo, untouch'd on my peaceable shelf; Nor take it amiss, that so little I heed thee: I’ve no envy to thee, and some love to myself: Then why should I answer; since first I must read thee?
Drunk with Helicon's waters and double-brew'd bub, Be a linguist, a poet, a critic, a wag;
To the solid delight of thy well-judging club,
Pursue me with satire : what harm is there in’t 2
W IIILE, faster than his costive brain indifes.
“QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE
For what to-morrow shall disclose,
A. BE it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women do complayne ; Affyrmynge this—how that it is a labour spent in Wayne,
1 This ancient poem was originally printed in an old black-letter book, entitled, The Customes of London or Arnolde's Chronicle, which Mr. Capell supposes appeared about the year 1521. According to that gentleman's opinion—“It was certainly written in the beginning of the sixteenth century, and not sooner: the curious in these matters, who shall conceive a doubt of what is here asserted through remembrance of what he has seen advanced by a poet of late days, is desired to look into the works of the great Sir Thomas More, and particularly into a poem that stands at the head of them, and from thence receive conviction: if sameness of rhymes, sameness of orthography, and a very near affinity of words and phrases be capable of giving it.” The poet of late days mentioned above, is certainly Mr. Prior, who in the edition of his poems published in 1718, had asserted it to have been written three hundred years since. What led him to that mistaken notion, was probably a writer in the Muses Mercury for June 1707, who conjectures that it was written about the year 1472. The same writer says, and the ballad seems to confirm it, that the persons represented are a young Lord, the Earl of Westmoreland's son, and a lady of equal quality. The copy from which this poem hath hitherto been printed being very inaccurate, it is here given according to that published by Mr. Capell.
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