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While pleas’d. Thalia deigns to write
My limple System (hall suppose,
From the feet upward to the head; Pithy, and short, says Dick: proceed.
Dick, this is not an idle notion : Observe the progress of the motion : First I demonstratively prove, That feet were only made to move ;. And legs desire to come and go: For they have nothing else to do. Hence, long before the child can crawl, He learns to kick, and wince, and sprawl : To hinder which, your midwife knows To bind those parts extremely close ; Left Alma newly enter'd in, And stunn'd at her own chrift’ning's ding, Fearful of future grief and pain, Should Glently Incak out again,
Again as fhe grows fomething strongergin
Now mark, dear Richard, from the ager
Hence for some years they ne'er stand still :
To her next stage as Alma flies,
Both legs and arms spontaneous move :
Another motion now she makes :
But, O my Mufe, just distance keep:
Dick, who thus long had paflive sat, Here stroak'd his chin, and cock'd his hat ; Then flapp'd his hand upon the board ; And thus the youth put in his word. Love's advocate, sweet Sir, would find him A higher place than you aflign'd him. Love's advocates, Dick, who are those ? The poets, you may well fuppose. I'm sorry, Sir, you have discarded The men, with whom 'till now you herded. Profe-men alone for private ends, I thought, forsook their ancient friends. In cor stillavit, cries Lucretius ; If he may be allowed to teach us. The self same thing soft Ovid says (A proper judge in such a cafe.! Horace his phrase is torret jecur ; And happy was that curious fpeaker. Here Virgil too has plac'd this passion : What signifies too long quotation ? In Ode and Epic plain the case is, That love holds one of these two places.
Dick, without passion or reflexion, I'll straight demolish this objection,
First poets, all the world agrees, Write half to profit, half to please. Matter and figure they produce; For garnish this, and that for use; And, in the struclure of their feasts, They seek to feed, and please their guests : But one may balk this good intent, And take things otherwise than meant.
Ε Μ Thus if you dine with my Lord May'r, Roast beef and ven’son is your fare : Thence you proceed to swan, and bustard, And persevere in tart, and custard : But Tulip leaves, and Lemon peel; Help only to adorn the meal : And painted flags, superb and neat, Proclaim you welcome to the treat. The man of sense his meat devours; But only smells the peel, and flow’rs : And he must be an idle dreamer, Who leaves the pie, and gnaws the streamer.
That Cupid goes with bow and arrows, And Venus keeps her coach and sparrows, Is all but emblem to acquaint one, The son is sharp, the mother wanton. Such images have sometimes shown: A Mystic sense, but oftner none. For who conceives, what bards devise; That heav'n is plac'd in Celia's eyes, Or where's the sense, direct or moral, That teeth are pearls, or lips are coral? Your Horace owns, he various writ, As wild, or fober maggots bit; And where too much the poet ranted, The fage philosopher recanted. His grave Epiftles may disprove The wanton des he made to Love.
Lucretius keeps a mighty pother With Cupid, and his fancy'd mother : Calls her great queen of earth and air, Declares, that winds and seas obey her;