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But rebel Wit deferts thee oft' in vain;

Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign.


Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fer free,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.


With thee in private modeft Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife; Thou varnifher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife!


Yet thy indulgence is by both confest;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,

And 'tis in thee at laft that Wisdom feeks for reft.


Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wifhing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes the a kind of Fame.


But could'st thou feize fome tongues that now are


How Church and State fhould be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would't. thou

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Yet speech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe: Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the n oily Laws


Palt fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.


The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown, Are belt by thee exprefs'd; and fhine in thee alone.


The parfon's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jett; all end in thee, All rest in peace at laft, and fleep eternally.

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HO' Artemifia talks, by fits,


Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in fome things methinks fhe fails,
Twere well if fhe would pare her nails,
And were a cleaner fmock.、

Haughty and huge as High Dutch bride,
Such naftiness and fo much pride

Arę oddly join'd by fate :

On her large fquab you find her fpread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and ftinks in state.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and blak befide :

Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud

And mafculine her stride.

So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Magpye hight,
Majeftically talk;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All flutter, pride, and talk.

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HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,
Like fome free port of trade:
Merchands unloaded here their freight,
And Agents from each foreign ftate,
Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th'Italian or the Dutch,

Spaniards or French came to her:
To all obliging fhe'd appear:
'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer,
'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length fhe turns a Bride:
In di'monds, pears, and rich brocades,
She fhines the first of batter'd jades,

And flutters in her pride.

So have I known thofe Infects fair
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare)
Still vary fhapes and dyes;

Still gain new Titles with new forms;
First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies."

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The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON.

PARSON, thefe things in thy poffefling

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Are better than the Bifhop's blessing.

A Wife that makes conferves; a Steed
That carries double-when there's need:
October ftore, and beft Virginia,

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Tythe Pig, and mortuary Guinea:
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy Patron's weekly thank'd:
A large Concordance, bound long fince:
Sermons to Charles the Firit, when Prince ;
A Chronicle of ancient ftanding;

A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in.
The Polyglott three parts,

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the clofe of all.

He that has thefe, may pafs his life,

Drink with the 'Squire, and kifs his wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;

And faft on Fridays

if he will;

Toaft Church and Queen, explain the News

Talk with Church - Wardens about Pews,

Pray heartily for fome new Gift.

And fhake his head at Doctor St.

The End of the SECOND VOLUME.

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