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Thinks wit the bane of converfation,
And fays that learning spoils a nation.
But if at firft he mind's his hits,
And drinks Champaine among the wits,
Five deep he toafts the tow'ring laffes,
Repeats you verfes wrote on glaffes :
Is in the chair, prefcribes the law,
And lies with thofe he never faw.

THE FLIES.

SAY, fire of infects, mighty Sol,
(A fly upon the chariot-pole
Cries out) What blue-bottle alive
Did ever with such fury drive?
Tell Belzebub, great Father, tell,

(Says th' other, perch'd upon the wheel)
Did ever any mortal fly

Raife fuch a cloud of duft as I ?

My judgment turn'd the whole debate;
My valour fav'd the finking state.
So talk two idle buzzing things,

Tofs up their heads, and ftretch their wings.
But let the truth to light be brought,
This neither fpoke nor th' other fought;
No merit in their own behav'our;
Both rais'd but by their party's favour.

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THE FEMALE PHAETON.

HUS Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untam'd,
Befpoke the fair from whence the fprung,
With little rage infl.m'd.

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Inflam'd with rage at fad reftraint
Which wife mamma ordain'd,
And forely vex'd to play the faint
Whilft wit and beauty reign'd.

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What has she better, pray, than I?
What hidden charms to boast,
That all mankind for her fhould die,
Whilft I am scarce a toaft?

VI.

Dearest Mamma, for once let me
Unchain'd my fortune try:

I'll have my earl as well as fhe,
Or know the reason why.

VII.

I'll foon with Jenny's pride quit fcore,
Make all her lovers fall:

They'll grieve I was not loos'd before;
She I was loos'd at all.

VIII.

Fondnefs prevail'd, mamma gave way:

Kitty, at heart's defire,

Obtain'd the chariot for a day,

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And fet the world on fire.

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THE WANDERING PILGRIM.

Humbly addressed to

SIR THOMAS FRANKLAND, BART.
Postmaster, and Paymaster-general to Queen Anne.

WILL

ILL Piggot must to Coxwould
To live, alas! in want,

Unless Sir Thomas fay No, no,

Th' allowance is too fcant.

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go,

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The gracious knight full well does weet
Ten farthings ne'er will do

To keep a man each day in meat;

Some bread to meat is due.

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Gra'mercy, Sirs, ye're in the right;

Prefcriptions all can fell,

But he that does not eat cann't fh * * *

Or pifs if good drink fail.

VI.

But pafs-The Æfculapian crew,

Who eat and quaff the best,

They feldom mifs to bake and brew,

Or lin to break their faft.

VII.

Could Yorkshire tyke but do the fame,
Then he like them might thrive ;

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But Fortune, Fortune, cruel Dame,
To ftarve thou doft him drive.

VIII.

In Will's old master's plenteous days
His mem'ry e'er be bleft,

What need of fpeaking in his praife?
His goodness stands confeft.

IX.

At his fam'd gate ftood Charity
In lovely sweet array;
Ceres and Hospitality

Dwelt there both night and day.

X.

But to conclude, and be concife,
Truth muft Will's voucher be;
Truth never yet went in disguise,
For naked ftill is the.

XI.

There is but one, but one alone,

Can fet the pilgrim free,

And make him ceafe to pine and moan;

O Frankland, it is thee.

XII.

Oh! fave him from a dreary way;

To Coxwould he must hie,

Bereft of thee he wends aftray,

At Coxwould he must die.

XIII.

Oh! let him in thy hall but stand,

And wear a porter's gown,

Duteous to what thou may'st command,

Thus William's wishes crown.

NONPAREIL.

LET others from the Town retire,

And in the fields feek new delight;

My Phillis does fucli joys inspire,
No other objects please my fight.

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Lilies and rofes there combine,
More beauteous than in flow'ry field;

Transparent is her skin fo fine,

To this each crystal stream must yield.

IV.

Her voice more sweet than warbling found,
Tho' fung by nightingale or lark;
Her eyes fuch luftre dart around,
Compar'd to them the fun is dark.

V.

Both light and vital heat they give,
Cherish'd by them my love takes root;
From her kind looks does life receive,
Grows a fair plant, bears flow'rs and fruit.

VI.

Such fruit I ween did once deceive
The common parent of mankind,
And made tranfgrefs our mother Eve,
Poifon its core, tho' fair its rind.

VII.

Yet fo delicious is its tafte,

I cannot from the bait abstain,
But to th' enchanting pleasure hafte,
Tho' I were fure 'twould end in pain.

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THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD.

LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow fwains,
Their rural fports and jocund strains;
(Heav'n guard us all from Cupid's bow!)
He loft his crook, he left his flocks,
And, wand'ring thro' the lonely rocks,
He nourish'd endless woe.

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