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<P>THE
Oxford-Act:
A
POEM.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON;</HI>
Printed for <HI>Randal Taylor,</HI> near <HI>Stationers-Hall,</HI>
MDCXIII.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>A True Relation of their Practice
At <HI>Oxford</HI> Town when there an ACT is.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="canto">
<HEAD>CANTO I.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAlf Choakt ith' Du&s;t of our lewd Town,</L>
<L>Tir'd with their Follies and my own;</L>
<L>To breath a Wi&s;er Air, and better,</L>
<L>With many a Token, many a Letter,</L>
<L>I tript to t'other <HI>Alma Mater.</HI></L>
<L>Thou&s;ands One, Hundreds Six, Tens Ninety,</L>
<L>Three Ones the Year exactly point t'ye,</L>
<L>When a remarkable Occa&s;ion</L>
<L>Brought there the Learn'd and Wi&s;e oth' Nation:</L>
<L>The <HI>Act</HI> which &s;ome believ'd mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Turn'd to a <HI>Jewi&s;h Jubilee,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e joyful &s;ound that Nation hears</L>
<L>No more than Once in Fifty Years.</L>
<L>The <HI>Act,</HI> which now they di&s;continue</L>
<L>So long, &s;ome thought, they ne'er had any;</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="3">
But that &s;ome forward Scribes in Iniquity</L>
<L>Had feign'd it like their own Antiquity.</L>
<L>Oft wou'd the new created Sophi&s;ter</L>
<L>Where Boy cry'd, want ye any <HI>Coffee,</HI> Sir?</L>
<L>Start from brown-&s;tudy, an&s;wering rather</L>
<L>When comes the <HI>Act,</HI> the <HI>Act,</HI> Dear Father?</L>
<L>The Beardle&s;s Father &s;igh'd, but knew</L>
<L>No more of that than I or You;</L>
<L>For all his Logick and his Hi&s;tory,</L>
<L>This an unfathomable My&s;tery.</L>
<L>Even the Grave <HI>Doctors</HI> &s;carce cou'd tell</L>
<L>Without the help of <HI>Chronicle,</HI></L>
<L>When la&s;t they in their Boots appear'd,</L>
<L>And Bugbear <HI>Terrae-Filius</HI> fear'd.</L>
<L>Now one, and then the other Faction</L>
<L>Putting the Dons' beyond their Action:</L>
<L>Now <HI>Whig,</HI> as <HI>Nobbs</HI> had then bedighted him</L>
<L>With Horns and Tail cry'd <HI>Bough,</HI> and 'frighted 'em;</L>
<L>Till they &s;tark &s;taring run with one Mouth,</L>
<L>To rail at, and di&s;comfit <HI>Monmouth:</HI></L>
<L>Tho' wi&s;er <HI>Cam</HI> to &s;ave his Bacon,</L>
<L>His Picture kept till he was taken.</L>
<L>Then their Lov'd <HI>Chancellor</HI>'s Picture bani&s;h,</L>
<L>As <HI>Rome</HI> unfortunate <HI>Sejanus.</HI></L>
<L>More Loyal <HI>Oxford, Wind&s;or</HI> tru&s;ted</L>
<L>With many a Pondrous Pike and Musket,</L>
<L>Soon form'd in Squadrons and Battalions</L>
<L>To &s;winge the Duke's Tatterdemalions:</L>
<L>But Ble&s;&s;ings on that Noble Lord,</L>
<L>Who &s;av'd the Labour of their Sword;</L>
<L>Who did the Tall-Young Man betray,</L>
<L>And run mo&s;t Loyally away.</L>
<L>O happy <HI>Oxford!</HI> happy &s;ince</L>
<L>Fate gave thee &s;uch a grateful Prince;</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="3">
True to his Friends beyond compari&s;on,</L>
<L>He <HI>Jefferys</HI> &s;ent to pay thy Garri&s;on;</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Mu&s;ick-Speech</HI> &s;o &s;ore did fright ye</L>
<L>The <HI>Act</HI> that Summer cry'd Good-night t'ye.</L>
<L>Since then, Confu&s;ion on Confu&s;ion,</L>
<L>All Chaos till the <HI>Revolution;</HI></L>
<L>Till a New World ro&s;e from black Billows,</L>
<L>And <HI>Surges</HI> roll'd as &s;oft as Pillows.</L>
<L>Yet then Fate had &s;o long been thwarting,</L>
<L>So &s;tunn'd with the old Blows of Fortune,</L>
<L>The Aged Matron did appear,</L>
<L>She &s;carce got Breath in Four long Year:</L>
<L>But now recover'd brisk and Bonny,</L>
<L>As Bridegroom's &s;elf, in Moon-call'd<HI>-Hony,</HI></L>
<L>An <HI>Act</HI> as I before have told y' it</L>
<L>She'll have, and all crowd to behold it.</L>
<L>Expect not all the Nation over</L>
<L><HI>From</HI> Corni&s;h Mount, <HI>to</HI> Peer <HI>of</HI> Dover,</L>
<L>I &s;hou'd recite, &s;ince did I know it,</L>
<L>'Twould look like <HI>Herald,</HI> not like <HI>Poet:</HI></L>
<L>Then re&s;t content with what I give ye</L>
<L>To further trouble &s;ave,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Hyperbaton.</NOTE> believe me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'll only &s;ing what Troops have gone down</L>
<L>From thee, O <HI>Trinobantick-London!</HI></L>
<L>Three <HI>Aldermen,</HI> and one wi&s;e <HI>Ju&s;tice,</HI></L>
<L>Some of the <HI>Orphans</HI> tru&s;ty <HI>Tru&s;tees.</HI></L>
<L>To &s;hew their equal Wit and Valours</L>
<L>Ten <HI>Woollen-Drapers,</HI> Nine &s;tout <HI>Taylors.</HI></L>
<L>Likewi&s;e to Vi&s;it their Acquaintances</L>
<L>A well-teeth'd Band of Fifty <HI>Prentices.</HI></L>
<L>Three Jolly <HI>Landladies</HI> went jogging,</L>
<L>Their Ro&s;y Cheeks, confe&s;&s;ing <HI>Nogging;</HI></L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="4">
Their Cheeks with Sweat and Gravy running,</L>
<L>And wot ye what&mdash;They went a Dunning;</L>
<L>Some certain <HI>Lads</HI> that &s;hall be namele&s;s,</L>
<L>(For we'd have none &s;hould ju&s;tly blame this,)</L>
<L>Not long &s;ince made an Expedition</L>
<L>In <HI>Water-Poet</HI>'s low Condition;</L>
<L>(For which the Rude wou'd call 'em Blockheads,)</L>
<L><HI>London</HI> to &s;ee with empty Pockets:</L>
<L>On the&s;e kind <HI>Ho&s;te&s;&s;es</HI> they lighted,</L>
<L>And &s;ince they found them&s;elves not &s;lighted,</L>
<L>Them now to &s;ee the <HI>Act</HI> invited:</L>
<L>Which kindne&s;s they accept the rather,</L>
<L>In hopes of <HI>Ready-Bill</HI> from <HI>Father.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'th' Name o'th' Beadle, what ill Fortune,</L>
<L>Before Remembrance drew a Curtain,</L>
<L>That I, on the&s;e lewd Scholars plodding,</L>
<L>The Cream o'th' Je&s;t had half forgotten.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Upon the Road i'th' Crowd I &s;aw there</L>
<L>Two <HI>Book&s;ellers</HI> and One <HI>poor Author:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Author</HI> fir&s;t through Du&s;t was trudging;</L>
<L>With Clouted-Shoon, like <HI>D&mdash;well</HI> drudging;</L>
<L>By Sympathy I look'd upon him,</L>
<L>And ca&s;t a few good Wi&s;hes on him,</L>
<L>And him behind my &s;elf had Mounted,</L>
<L>But that my Steed too weak I counted;</L>
<L>For my own Worth 'twould hardly bear,</L>
<L>Much le&s;s my Fellow-Traveller.</L>
<L>While thus my natural Benignity,</L>
<L>Beheld with Grief &s;uch an Indignity,</L>
<L>And did again&s;t hard Fate di&s;pute it,</L>
<L>Why <HI>Book&s;ellers</HI> ride, and <HI>Authors</HI> foot it;</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="4">
Who &s;hou'd I &s;ee with all their Tackle</L>
<L>Within a Leathern Tabernacle</L>
<L>But Two, as Witty <HI>S&mdash;</HI> has it,</L>
<L>O'th' hone&s;te&s;t that e'er &s;old <HI>Gazette.</HI></L>
<L>The Name o'th' Fir&s;t, but hold, let's pa&s;s it;</L>
<L>The Second too &s;hall &s;ecret be,</L>
<L>Le&s;t we &s;hould &s;poil good Company.</L>
<L>They Hemm'd to my poor Militant Brother:</L>
<L>He heard, (for &s;harp are Ears of <HI>Author.)</HI></L>
<L>Then took him up, and kindly carry'd</L>
<L>To Town in their Triumphant Chariot.</L>
<L>Me &s;oon they &s;py'd, as &s;oon they beckon'd,</L>
<L>I joyn'd their Train, and made a Second.</L>
<L>On Conver&s;ation quickly fall,</L>
<L>Slap-da&s;h, And how, and how goes all?</L>
<L>Who la&s;t the <HI>Athenians</HI> did be-rogue Sir,</L>
<L>What <HI>Auction,</HI> or what <HI>Catalogue</HI> Sir?</L>
<L>This idle News let's throw away,</L>
<L>And to the Bu&s;ine&s;s of the Day;</L>
<L>Le&s;t we our Embryo-Notions &s;mother</L>
<L>With Gravity, &s;ubjoins the other.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You know e're Fortune did convene us,</L>
<L>What was agreed upon between us;</L>
<L>That who&s;oe're a Project &s;tarted,</L>
<L>We'd both go halves, and have it parted.</L>
<L>Speak then, &s;ince yet my Noddle won't &s;tir</L>
<L>And none that's here will us mi&s;con&s;ter</L>
<L>If any Prodigy or Mon&s;ter;</L>
<L>Any rare glorious Fight or Murder</L>
<L>Of this &s;ide <HI>Tweed,</HI> or on the further;</L>
<L>For <HI>Doeg</HI>'s Fu&s;tian Quill to utter,</L>
<L>Doubly in&s;pir'd with Bread and Butter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="6" REF="5">
<L>Not one of the&s;e my dear Acquaintance,</L>
<L>Who right or wrong &s;till mind the Main-chance;</L>
<L>Not one good Whim, or I can't think on't,</L>
<L>Replies the fir&s;t, howe're let's drink on't:</L>
<L>How good Wits jump! The Thought they ble&s;t,</L>
<L>Well-motion'd &s;trait cry'd all the re&s;t.</L>
<L>High did they heave the Courteous Bottle,</L>
<L>Transfus'd to Sympathetick Noddle,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Blood exhau&s;ted, fills their Veins,</L>
<L>And crams Capacious Guts with Brains.</L>
<L>When one with Thanks to'th Juice that gave it,</L>
<L>Crys out, I have it Lads, I have it.</L>
<L>This very <HI>Act,</HI> altho 'twill many</L>
<L>Co&s;t dear, with us &s;hall turn the Peny.</L>
<L>Whate're we lo&s;e, we'll make Repri&s;al,</L>
<L>Whoever gains not, you and I &s;hall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My very Thought, I'll &s;wear't &s;ays t'other</L>
<L>Howe're you came to hit on't Brother,</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s el&s;e, <HI>O'ambling Author!</HI></L>
<L>Say, did not I my &s;elf propo&s;e</L>
<L>This very Notion at the <HI>Ro&s;e?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Your're both my Friends,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Poeta loqui|tur.</NOTE> may Riches &s;eize me</L>
<L>And make me dull, if I'd di&s;plea&s;e ye:</L>
<L>Yet (as for Fibbing I defie it,)</L>
<L>'Twas the &s;elf-&s;ame, or very nigh it.</L>
<L>Howe're I'm &s;ure you'll do a fair thing,</L>
<L>And &s;tand to your Authentick Bargain;</L>
<L>Your Servant's here to nick th'occa&s;ion</L>
<L>And give a Full and True Relation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For that, crys he, if we find Stuff,</L>
<L>We can have Journey-Men enough.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="5">
Trade's bad, Paper's too dear o' Con&s;cience,</L>
<L>Nought &s;ells be&s;ides th' <HI>Athenian</HI> Non&s;ence.</L>
<L>Oth' la&s;t true <HI>Bloody Fight</HI> I printed,</L>
<L>In this own fruitful <HI>Brain-pan</HI> minted.</L>
<L>The <HI>Hawkers,</HI> which you'd &s;carce believe,</L>
<L>Six Quire return'd me out of Five.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Certainly &s;ome Rogue or other mu&s;t print it upon him.</NOTE></L>
<L>All this Sir not to beat you down;</L>
<L>To Generous Souls what's Half a Crown?</L>
<L>Below your Works intrin&s;ick Value</L>
<L>No, by no means Sir wou'd we paul you:</L>
<L>We can be Civil Sir, you know it,</L>
<L>And we'll i'th' next <HI>Edition</HI> &s;how it.</L>
<L>Nor for the fir&s;t will we be &s;tingy,</L>
<L>Or down to next to nothing dringe ye:</L>
<L>To hold you by the Teeth and Neck fa&s;t,</L>
<L>We'll give y'e a <HI>Guinea</HI> and a <HI>Breakfa&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>Nay Brother, we'll that <HI>Breakfa&s;t</HI> double,</L>
<L>Ne're &s;tand upon't but make't a Couple;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides one Generous Pint to in&s;pire him,</L>
<L>And for this high Atchievement fire him.</L>
<L>The other adds, well hang't, I'll take it,</L>
<L>And a rare piece ne're doubt on't make it.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Poeta loqui|tur.</NOTE></L>
<L>I'll do my be&s;t at Joque and Rallery,</L>
<L>Nor fear but 'twill, <HI>Pit, Box</HI> and <HI>Gallery.</HI></L>
<L>Be each of you a careful Waiter,</L>
<L>An Eves-Dropper at the <HI>Theatre.</HI></L>
<L>Come you but all well-laden home,</L>
<L>With <HI>Thyme,</HI> i'll work it into <HI>Comb.</HI></L>
<L>He &s;aid, and we by this were got over,</L>
<L>Thy Clowdy Brow, Sky-cli&s;tring <HI>Shot-over;</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">Shot-over-Hill.</NOTE></L>
<L>And ju&s;t as we had clos'd our twatling</L>
<L>O're <HI>Maudlin-Bridge</HI> the Wheels went ratling.</L>
<L>The Colledge &s;elf's a little beyond,</L>
<L>You'll &s;ee't next Door tot'h Sign of <HI>Grayhound:</HI></L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="6">
Nor cou'd we much be&s;ides di&s;cover,</L>
<L>For now Dame Night came fluttering over:</L>
<L>Black Gho&s;ts aro&s;e, and <HI>Gown-Men</HI> fled,</L>
<L>And <HI>Tom</HI> had warn'd the <HI>Sun</HI> to Bed.</L>
<L>Since for his <HI>Exit,</HI> vain's our Sorrow,</L>
<L>We'll Sleep, and tell you more to Morrow.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fir&s;t Canto.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="canto">
<PB N="9" REF="6">
<HEAD>CANTO II.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>EXpect not our bold Mu&s;e &s;hould call</L>
<L>The witty Moon&s;hine and the Wall,</L>
<L>To tell you what this Night betided,</L>
<L>Which knew no more than you and I did:</L>
<L>To leave then hone&s;t <HI>Town&s;men</HI> &s;noring,</L>
<L>Some <HI>Scholars</HI> Tipling, others Whoring;</L>
<L>Some from th' intruding <HI>Proctor</HI> &s;campring</L>
<L>T' avoid enchanted wooden Cramp-ring;</L>
<L>Or when that Cunning-Man has &s;py'd 'em,</L>
<L>Charm'd by tho&s;e powerful Words, <HI>Per Fidem;</HI></L>
<L>Tripping away, without Bayardo,</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>Ca&s;tle</HI> or <HI>Bocardo,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">As much as to &s;ay they go afoot thi|ther.</NOTE></L>
<L>As Rats are rim'd to &s;ore Mi&s;hap,</L>
<L>And run their Heads into a Trap;</L>
<L>As Salt on Birds directly thrown</L>
<L><HI>Probatum e&s;t,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">Similie.</NOTE> their all they're own,</L>
<L>So here&mdash;But letting that alone.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Similie.</NOTE></L>
<L>The Reader thinks as we intended</L>
<L>We'll here go on where la&s;t we ended,</L>
<L>Comprizing in immortal Sing-Song</L>
<L>How all th' old Dons were at it Ding-dong.</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="7">
Their Themes, the manner and occa&s;ion</L>
<L>Of every &s;trenuous Di&s;putation;</L>
<L>All this from point to point reciting,</L>
<L>And both his greedy Ears delighting.</L>
<L>Thus he, thus let him like a <HI>Ni&s;i,</HI></L>
<L>But we intend more to &s;urprize ye,</L>
<L>To change the Scene, invert the Order,</L>
<L>Jogging in Road direct no further,</L>
<L>But with &s;ome Two or Three Suppo&s;es</L>
<L>Wiping our Gentle Reader's No&s;es;</L>
<L>Shall tell 'em all we did di&s;cover</L>
<L>Of this fam'd <HI>Act,</HI> as all were over;</L>
<L>As by good <HI>Author</HI> 'twas related,</L>
<L>The <HI>Price</HI> you know before debated:</L>
<L>And if he gives the &s;ecret Hi&s;tories</L>
<L>Of any Scholar and his Mi&s;tre&s;s;</L>
<L>If Gown turn'd up he makes the wonder</L>
<L>At &s;trange unheard Di&s;coveries under,</L>
<L>We're not to an&s;wer for his Sawc'ne&s;s,</L>
<L>As knowing nothing of the Bu&s;i'ne&s;s:</L>
<L>Take Word for Word, from ju&s;t Relators,</L>
<L>Not Paraphra&s;ers, but Tran&s;lators;</L>
<L>'Tis He, not we, are now to deal w'ye,</L>
<L>And &s;o he pray'd me, Sirs, to tell ye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Fir&s;t rare Scene in this great <HI>Drama,</HI></L>
<L>Was Mr. <HI>Vice</HI>'s grave <HI>Pragramma;</HI></L>
<L>That all the <HI>Lads</HI> with Care exceeding</L>
<L>Should &s;hew their <HI>Haviour</HI> and their <HI>Breeding;</HI></L>
<L>On pain of <HI>Black-Book</HI> and the <HI>Proctors</HI></L>
<L>Abu&s;ing none, be&s;ides the <HI>Doctors.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That tho&s;e whom trembling <HI>Soph</HI> acknowledges</L>
<L>Right Wor&s;hipful of <HI>Halls</HI> and <HI>Colledges,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="7">
Should &s;ignifie to their Societies</L>
<L>During the <HI>Act,</HI> though now &s;o nigh it is,</L>
<L>All <HI>Doctors</HI> &s;hould their <HI>Scarlet</HI> wear,</L>
<L>As blu&s;hing at the <HI>Crimes</HI> they hear.</L>
<L>And when the little Tingle-tangle</L>
<L>The Signal gives, prepare to wrangle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All things and Places rightly &s;tated,</L>
<L>For <HI>Graduates,</HI> and <HI>Non-graduated.</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Doctors, Ma&s;ters, Ladies, Fiddles</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Gall'ries</HI> are re&s;erv'd; the <HI>Middle</HI>'s</L>
<L>Left open (Thanks,) for the <HI>Ra&s;cality,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Servitors,</HI> and <HI>Promi&s;cuous Quality.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next the <HI>Curators</HI> mu&s;t take care</L>
<L>No breach of <HI>Peace</HI> be &s;uffer'd there;</L>
<L>All with Decorum done, and Gravity,</L>
<L>No Rudene&s;s, or lewd Mob-like pravity:</L>
<L>The <HI>Doctors,</HI> as 'tis hop'd, abus'd,</L>
<L>The <HI>Innocent Ladies</HI> too mi&s;us'd;</L>
<L>Each little freedom there mu&s;t pocket,</L>
<L>Clap and Forgive th' ill-manner'd Blockhead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And further, for the pre&s;ervation</L>
<L>Of <HI>Alma Mater</HI>'s Reputation,</L>
<L>No <HI>Scholar,</HI> be he le&s;s or bigger,</L>
<L>Not Gown'd and Capp'd in Mood and Figure,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t have the Priviledge to hear</L>
<L>His Betters hi&s;t ith' <HI>Theatre.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next &s;uch a Hi&s;t they could &s;upply it</L>
<L>From nothing but a <HI>Poli&s;h Diet;</HI></L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="8">
Their Names enough to have aba&s;ht one,</L>
<L><HI>Lega&s;&s;ick, Strauchan</HI> and <HI>Bora&s;hton.</HI></L>
<L>The &s;tately <HI>Per&s;ian</HI> Monarchs u&s;e</L>
<L>By length of Whiskers <HI>Porters</HI> chu&s;e;</L>
<L>So we our <HI>Proctors</HI> much the &s;ame,</L>
<L>By Hardne&s;s, and by length of <HI>Name,</HI></L>
<L>Who meet at One,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Tme&s;is.</NOTE> that Mob may fear 'em,</L>
<L>I'th <HI>Apo&mdash;</HI>(what d'ye call't)&mdash;<HI>dyterium.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Expect not I &s;hou'd make Relation</L>
<L>Of every Poem and Oration;</L>
<L>The <HI>Ladies</HI> heard, (them I'll not flatter, or lie,)</L>
<L>And Edified mo&s;t &s;upernaturally:</L>
<L>As when St. <HI>Tony</HI> Preaching &s;tood<NOTE PLACE="marg">Similie.</NOTE></L>
<L>To's Four-Legg'd Brethren in the Wood.</L>
<L>Altho his Language was unwonted,</L>
<L>They cou'd not Hum, yet Thanks they grunted;</L>
<L>Fain on their Ma&s;t wou'd had him Dine,</L>
<L>And prov'd them&s;elves all well-bred Swine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now the full-button'd <HI>Youth</HI> appear,</L>
<L>And Squeaking, fill the <HI>Theatre;</HI></L>
<L>Their Parts well conn'd, &s;ay over prettily,</L>
<L>Nay humour all things wondrous wittily.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The prettie&s;t little&s;t harmle&s;s Bawbles,</L>
<L>Young <HI>&V;nfledg'd Lords,</HI> and <HI>Callow Nobles;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Ladies</HI> might, nor wou'd they &s;care 'em</L>
<L>For No&s;egays in their Bo&s;oms wear 'em;</L>
<L>Not &s;o when Men of Parts and Conver&s;e,</L>
<L>They've wit to &s;corn&mdash;to write&mdash;their own Ver&s;e.</L>
<L>Once harmle&s;s Worms, now fledg'd in Vices,</L>
<L>They're Ba&s;ilisks all, and Cockatrices;</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="8">
Their Mouths, their Eyes, their Tails di&s;cover</L>
<L>Stings, Poi&s;on, Murder, Death all over.</L>
<L>Yet hone&s;t they perhaps continue,</L>
<L>Nor know they other u&s;e of <HI>Guinea,</HI></L>
<L>But hungry <HI>Poet</HI> to requite</L>
<L>Who did their Gawdy Ver&s;es write.</L>
<L>Who if he dares but claim his own,</L>
<L>When <HI>Bully</HI> meets him out of Town,</L>
<L>Shot up to a Man, and &s;trangely grown,</L>
<L>With Valiant Whip he'll kindly Lace him,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e mo&s;t gratefully dry-ba&s;te him.</L>
<L>Henceforth beware, dear Brethren, of it,</L>
<L>Take they the Honour, you the Profit:</L>
<L><HI>Bought Wit is be&s;t,</HI> and't has been &s;aid for't,</L>
<L>It mu&s;t be theirs who fairly paid for't.</L>
<L>One &s;ings, tho in Heroicks, odly</L>
<L>A Catalogue of the new <HI>Bodley:</HI></L>
<L>While from another you may hear</L>
<L>Our &s;winging the <HI>French-Fleet,</HI> la&s;t Year.</L>
<L>A Third de&s;cribes in lofty Fables</L>
<L>Their addled<HI>&mdash;No-De&s;cent&mdash;</HI> at <HI>Naples.</HI></L>
<L>A Fourth &s;ings <HI>Britain's</HI> Antient Glories,</L>
<L>Which the vile World will now think Stories.</L>
<L>A Fifth great <HI>Ormonds</HI> Prai&s;es writes,</L>
<L>Heroically, as he Fights.</L>
<L>The next brave <HI>Savoy</HI>'s long Recovering,</L>
<L>Who o're the <HI>Gallick Foe</HI> is hovering;</L>
<L>His Illne&s;s, how th'Allies deplore it,</L>
<L>And all he did, &s;ince and before it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But we had <HI>Pro&s;e</HI> as well as <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> Sir,</L>
<L>Of which I'll be a true Rehear&s;er.</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="9">
How did the &s;harp <HI>Inceptor Budgell</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Holine&s;s,</HI> and <HI>Socinus</HI> Cudgel?</L>
<L>How <HI>Tod</HI> di&s;pute, as &s;weet as Timbrel,</L>
<L>Of Schi&s;m and <HI>Athana&s;ian</HI> Symbol?</L>
<L>How he who could in Egg-&s;hell &s;cribble</L>
<L>A General-Council prove fal-lible.</L>
<L>How <HI>Bedford</HI> talk at this great Sea&s;on,</L>
<L>Of Fault, and Pain, and Light of Rea&s;on.</L>
<L>How <HI>Brazan-No&s;e,</HI> thy fam'd Entwi&s;tle,</L>
<L><HI>Geneva</HI> and <HI>Cracow</HI> bids go whi&s;tle:</L>
<L>What <HI>Cradock</HI> the vain Dei&s;t &s;ay to</L>
<L>What he <HI>de Opere Operato.</HI></L>
<L>What next of Royal <HI>Chri&s;t-Church, Langford</HI></L>
<L>Which won't come in, tho I &s;hou'd hang for't.</L>
<L>No more will any Phy&s;ick-Que&s;tion</L>
<L>Of <HI>Sagittary</HI> or of <HI>Thur&s;ton:</HI></L>
<L>But Spirits and Pi&s;s, and Blood together</L>
<L>And Gout may go I care not whither.</L>
<L>Friend <HI>&agrave; majori</HI> proves, a Brute</L>
<L>Has Sen&s;e, becau&s;e he can Di&s;pute.</L>
<L><HI>Brown</HI> will not let <HI>Fanaticks</HI> baffle us,</L>
<L>While <HI>Prince</HI> has power of <HI>Adiapharous.</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Kecking, Hannes</HI> and <HI>Salt</HI>'s Di&s;cour&s;es,</L>
<L>And &s;trange <HI>Narcotick</HI> Powers and Forces.</L>
<L>La&s;t <HI>Dale</HI> affirms in &s;ober Sadne&s;s</L>
<L>All great Wits have a &s;pice of Madne&s;s,</L>
<L>Him&s;elf he'd for an In&s;tance give 'em,</L>
<L>But is there any will believe him?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In this Employ the Day well worn,</L>
<L>They to the <HI>Tennis-Court</HI> adjourn.</L>
<L>A <HI>Theatre,</HI> tho far le&s;s &s;piteful</L>
<L>Than is their old, far more delightful;</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="9">
Where the young <HI>Lads</HI> that never ventur'd,</L>
<L>Never 'till now, are fairly enter'd:</L>
<L>What there they do among the Wenches</L>
<L>Say, O ye Stools, O &s;peak ye Benches:</L>
<L>Yet do not &s;peak, your Voice would have us,</L>
<L>Like Vocal Head or Board 'twould &s;care us.</L>
<L>But <HI>Luna</HI> now is Heaven adorning,</L>
<L>So Friends adieu till the next Morning.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>The End of the Second Canto.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="canto">
<HEAD>CANTO III.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MU&s;e tell the Man, who like <HI>Almanzor</HI></L>
<L>To every Mortal Wight crys Stand Sir;</L>
<L>Di&s;courteous Knight, who&s;e Tongue dead-doing</L>
<L>Draws not for Ladies aid, but ruin:</L>
<L>Whether he <HI>Terrae-Filius</HI> height,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Mu&s;ick-Speech,</HI> pronounce (not write,)</L>
<L>Mid&s;t Doctors, or their Wives is forraging,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Hy&s;teron Pro|teron.</NOTE></L>
<L>His u&s;e, abu&s;e, and Primitive <HI>Origin.</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Terrae-Filius</HI> fir&s;t invade,</L>
<L>And conjure up from Native Shade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Have you not Read or Heard, Sir Reader,</L>
<L>Of an old <HI>Grecian</HI> Ma&s;ter Gard'ner?<NOTE PLACE="marg">Epicurus.</NOTE></L>
<L>Who that he might be fam'd for &s;omething,</L>
<L>Said, Man grew out of Earth, like Pumpkin?</L>
<L>Ne're gern, and &s;hew your Teeth, this Doctrin is</L>
<L>Embrac'd by th'Wits, and &s;age <HI>Autochthones;</HI></L>
<L>You &s;ome &s;uch Story, will ye, will ye,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t own ith' Name of <HI>Terrae-Filii;</HI></L>
<L>Of Dunghil Race, and Education,</L>
<L>For &s;trange Equivocal Generation:</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="10">
Firm Proof you from their Birth may gather,</L>
<L>The Earth their Dam, the Sun their Father:</L>
<L>Hence, like their Brother <HI>Dors</HI> they ri&s;e,</L>
<L>And mean, but only mean the Skies:</L>
<L>When tho&s;e in vain they've long affected,</L>
<L>Thither in vain their flight directed;</L>
<L>To Native Dirt, they &s;ink forgotten,</L>
<L>By every Foot to nothing trodden.</L>
<L>The <HI>Titans</HI> fir&s;t of this lewd Race,</L>
<L>Which did ev'n Mother-Earth di&s;grace;</L>
<L>Proud big-bon'd, brainle&s;s, gracele&s;s Giants,</L>
<L>They <HI>Jove</HI> him&s;elf &s;et at defiance;</L>
<L>Who whirl'd his vengeful Thunder at 'em,</L>
<L>And &s;unk 'em under <HI>Styx</HI> Ten Fathom.</L>
<L>This Mother <HI>Terra</HI> took &s;o ill</L>
<L>Th'Old <HI>Crone</HI> maintains the Quarrel &s;till,</L>
<L>Was with new Rebel-Ba&s;tards gotten,</L>
<L>As &s;oon as 'tother, dead and rotten:</L>
<L>With weaker Arms the&s;e Heaven a&s;&s;ail'd,</L>
<L>The others Fought, the&s;e only Rail'd;</L>
<L>Their Malice-impotent began</L>
<L>With <HI>Jove</HI> him&s;elf, then each Good Man;</L>
<L>Old Comedy, and lawle&s;s Satyr,</L>
<L>Th'effect of Lewdne&s;s, and Ill-Nature.</L>
<L>The Language was, which fir&s;t they &s;poke in,</L>
<L>All Gravity and Virtue mocking:</L>
<L>They pleas'd toth' Life, the Mobs ill Natures,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Meat and Drink's to abu&s;e their Betters;</L>
<L>This the true ri&s;e of all thy Scoffing is,</L>
<L>And &s;harp-edg'd Je&s;ts, O <HI>Ari&s;tophanes!</HI></L>
<L>The Wittie&s;t Knave we ever &s;aw &s;ince</L>
<L>The <HI>Terrae-Filius</HI> of old <HI>Athens.</HI></L>
<L>He with grave <HI>Socrates</HI> did &s;quabble,</L>
<L>And on him loo'd the grinning Rabble,</L>
<L>Abus'd the Doctor and his Wife,</L>
<L>Which co&s;t the good Old Man his Life.</L>
<L>'Twou'd be too long to tell th'occa&s;ion</L>
<L>That brought 'em fir&s;t to th' Britti&s;h Nation;</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="10">
And which oth' <HI>Druids</HI> did invite 'em</L>
<L>To <HI>Beaumond,</HI> alias <HI>Bello&s;itum,</HI></L>
<L>Who there of yore profe&s;s'd A&s;trology,</L>
<L>Sage Ethicks, Phy&s;icks, and Theology;</L>
<L>Which if you que&s;tion, plain and liquid 'tis</L>
<L>Beyond di&s;pute, in <HI>Wood</HI>'s Antiquities;</L>
<L><HI>A&s;cetick-Wood</HI>'s, who&s;e known good Nature,</L>
<L>So ju&s;tly curbs his harmle&s;s Satyr;</L>
<L>Who takes &s;uch care on each occa&s;ion</L>
<L>To vindicate the Reformation:</L>
<L>None better cou'd &s;ince or before do't,</L>
<L><HI>Heylin</HI> or <HI>Harmer</HI> ne're did more do't.</L>
<L>Tho &s;ome there are perhaps wou'd blame us,</L>
<L>For making their fir&s;t ri&s;e &s;o famous;</L>
<L>And think the&s;e Under-Graduates-Oracles</L>
<L>Deduc'd from <HI>Cornwal</HI>'s Givary Miracles,</L>
<L>From immemorial Cu&s;tom there,</L>
<L>They rai&s;e a <HI>Turfy Theatre;</HI></L>
<L>Where from a Pa&s;&s;age under-Ground,</L>
<L>By frequent Crowds encompa&s;s'd round,</L>
<L>Out leaps &s;ome little Mephi&s;tophilus,</L>
<L>Who ev'n of all the Mob the Offal is,</L>
<L>True <HI>Terrae-Filius</HI> he, we reckon is,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Anti-Theos Apomechanes;</HI></L>
<L>Who Rimes, and Joques, and lays about him,</L>
<L>While Brawny Thou&s;ands clap and &s;hout him.</L>
<L>Whence our new <HI>Merry-Andrew</HI>'s Ri&s;e is,</L>
<L>Tran&s;planted thence to Ford of <HI>I&s;is.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And next the Mu&s;e her Slave be&s;eeches,</L>
<L>For a few Words of Mu&s;ick-Speeches;</L>
<L>Whether from tho&s;e old Strolling-Pedlers,</L>
<L>The Bawdy Corybantick Fidlers,</L>
<L>Who <HI>I&s;is</HI> Temple oft had been in,</L>
<L>Not lov'd for nothing by the Women:</L>
<L>Or blind <HI>Welch</HI> Harpers, who for Farthings,</L>
<L>Told Tales, &s;ung Songs, let F&mdash;s, &s;old Bargains.</L>
<L>We'll not di&s;pute, &s;ince there's no time for't,</L>
<L>Nor can we rea&s;on find, or Ryme for't.</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="11">
But to particulars de&s;cending</L>
<L>To <HI>Canto</HI>'s ha&s;te, and Poems ending.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But who alas! who can &s;uffice,</L>
<L>Tho Tongues he had, like <HI>Argus</HI>-Eyes,</L>
<L>To tell of all the witty Rubs,</L>
<L>Spawn'd by who knows how many Clubs?</L>
<L>Again&s;t grave Doctors and fair Ladies,</L>
<L>As always at the Act the Trade is.</L>
<L>Sure there's a Letch'ry in Abu&s;es,</L>
<L>They both have read <HI>Flagrorum u&s;us,</HI></L>
<L>Tho an odd way, you'd think to move 'em,</L>
<L>The more their flogg'd, the more they love 'em.</L>
<L>Here the Wags maul one old <HI>Sincater,</HI></L>
<L>Not <HI>Hobbs</HI> him&s;elf e're did it better;</L>
<L>Who&s;e very Beard has found 'em matter</L>
<L>For Thirty Years Abu&s;e and Satyr:</L>
<L>There generou&s;ly another Hector,</L>
<L>And reverenced the poor Rector:</L>
<L>Not <HI>Colmer</HI> more, or great <HI>T&mdash;,</HI></L>
<L>Him, or his Piece of Matrimony:</L>
<L>With Je&s;t &s;o ea&s;ie, all mu&s;t take it,</L>
<L>Of Go&s;pel, and of Woman Naked.</L>
<L>And &s;ure, but him, none e're had knowledge</L>
<L>Of what is what in all the Colledge:</L>
<L>Not one of their Young Senior Fellows,</L>
<L>But's of his Cha&s;tity &s;o jealous,</L>
<L>Should you a Naked Woman &s;hew 'em,</L>
<L>You'd fright 'em &s;o, 'twould quite undo 'em:</L>
<L>Put 'em beyond that fair occa&s;ion,</L>
<L>Beyond hot Cru&s;t and Di&s;putation,</L>
<L>Away, <HI>Sans</HI> Fear or Wit they'd &s;camper,</L>
<L>In &s;pite of Ditch, of Wall or Rampire,</L>
<L>As Serpent, (&s;wallow't he that can,)</L>
<L>Fly from the &s;ight of Naked Man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor all is born by Doctors Backs,</L>
<L>For <HI>Cambridge</HI> too come in, for &s;nacks.</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="11">
And is it thus, O ye <HI>Oxonians!</HI></L>
<L>Ye treat your Brother <HI>Heliconians,</HI></L>
<L>The Chri&s;tians, Je&s;uits, and the <HI>Jonians?</HI></L>
<L>They'll fit you for't, and not be here,</L>
<L>'Till this time comes again next Year.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next enter <HI>Smith,</HI> and very odd is't,</L>
<L>That he talks thus, the Cha&s;t, the Mode&s;t;</L>
<L>See but with how much Grace he Blu&s;hes,</L>
<L>At every Word all over Flu&s;hes.</L>
<L>His Wit, his Mode&s;ty, or Learning;</L>
<L>Whether's the mo&s;t needs deep di&s;cerning,</L>
<L>His Wit, all rais'd by Contribution,</L>
<L>Or Military-Execution;</L>
<L>For he &s;o neatly has expre&s;s'd it,</L>
<L>'Tis all his own, as he has dre&s;s'd it.</L>
<L>His Mode&s;ty &s;ure's more than common,</L>
<L>Since known to' above 500 Women:</L>
<L>At <HI>Spencer</HI>'s Squire of Dames he'd laugh,</L>
<L>Whom he out-throws a Bar and half.</L>
<L>Then for his Learning, 'tis notorious,</L>
<L>Made by his Mode&s;ty more glorious;</L>
<L>But his chief Excellency is</L>
<L>As Envy own, in Languages;</L>
<L>The <HI>European</HI> not enough,</L>
<L>The Modern only trifling &s;tuff,</L>
<L>With a far larger Scheme delighted,</L>
<L>All <HI>Babels</HI> are in him united.</L>
<L>What ever Traffiick brings from far</L>
<L><HI>Indian, Chine&s;e,</HI> or <HI>Malabar;</HI></L>
<L>A natural <HI>Hottamtot</HI> he'd ape,</L>
<L>Deep vers'd it'h Language of the Cape;</L>
<L>A happine&s;s &s;o &s;trange and rare,</L>
<L>The Company &s;hou'd him prefer,</L>
<L>Either to lie their <HI>Leiger</HI> there,</L>
<L>Or be at lea&s;t Interpreter:</L>
<L>What near the Line, or near the Tropick,</L>
<L><HI>Sclavonian</HI> be't, or <HI>Ethiopick;</HI></L>
<L>All, all's his own, he has no &s;mall &s;mattering,</L>
<L>Familiar-like, his <HI>Greek</HI> and <HI>Latin:</HI></L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="12">
Yes, ev'n his <HI>Greek</HI> in which he'd have ye</L>
<L>To know, he'd out <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI>'s <HI>Davy.</HI></L>
<L>However he came by't, he'll teach ye</L>
<L>Scarce Satan more, what's Entelechy:</L>
<L>'Tis true, &s;uch Roots are often found</L>
<L>To thrive the be&s;t in Barren Ground;</L>
<L>But here's the wonder of the thing,</L>
<L>That they from fruitful Noddle &s;pring,</L>
<L>As full of Wit, by th' i&s;&s;ue all-may-&s;ee,</L>
<L>As Aldermans of Sen&s;e or Policy.</L>
<L>How plentifully this he &s;quander'd!</L>
<L>How neatly did he <HI>Merry-Andrew</HI>'t!</L>
<L>Prick up your Ears to Repetion,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ladies, I am a bad Phy&s;itian;</L>
<L>My Urinal I can produce ye,</L>
<L>And other In&s;truments cou'd &s;hew t'ye,</L>
<L>By help of which there's none who better</L>
<L>Can ca&s;t or judge a Ladies Water:</L>
<L>I'm an Anatomi&s;t too and plea&s;e ye,</L>
<L>Of all the Female ails can ea&s;e ye,</L>
<L>Not <HI>Saffold</HI> more, who&s;e Art I'nherit,</L>
<L>I the &s;ole Heir of his Great Spirit.</L>
<L>But, be the Naked Truth confe&s;s'd,</L>
<L>I'm at Man-Midwifery the be&s;t.</L>
<L>Have you not heard of a Young Maiden,</L>
<L>Whom Mode&s;ty like mine, invading;</L>
<L>When our lewd Sex, ours only were</L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;tants at the Groaning Chair;</L>
<L>No Mortal having liberty</L>
<L>Without them to be born or dye;</L>
<L>Finding be&s;ides they'd oft be fleering,</L>
<L>And their poor Female Patients jeering;</L>
<L>Nay &s;ometimes when they ought to bleed 'em,</L>
<L>Do &s;omething el&s;e, like Dr. <HI>N&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>What does &s;he but clap Foot in Stirrup,</L>
<L>Equipp'd with Breeches, Sword and Peruque;</L>
<L>Till on a Stage good Fortune thanking,</L>
<L>A Quack &s;he &s;pies a Mountibanking:</L>
<L>Patience &s;he had &s;ome half an Hour</L>
<L>To hear of Fam'd <HI>Orvietan</HI>'s Power</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="12">
Another half the Mob he a&s;&s;ur'd,</L>
<L>What Crowds by others kill'd he had Cur'd:</L>
<L>And if there's any Females here</L>
<L>Who need a Father Confe&s;&s;or,</L>
<L>I'll not one Syllable di&s;cover,</L>
<L>But be as &s;ecret as a Lover.</L>
<L>Cure all their ails, tho ne'er &s;o many,</L>
<L>Nor till perform'd, will ask a Peny.</L>
<L>Not as &s;ome Tinkering Doctors do</L>
<L>Who mend one Hole, by making too.</L>
<L>Ay here's the Man, the Virgin cry'd,</L>
<L>And to be &s;hort, her &s;elf appli'd</L>
<L>To Quack, de&s;iring if he's able</L>
<L>To teach this Skill &s;o admirable;</L>
<L>He did, &s;ince then, your Sex invaded</L>
<L>Our Art, nor with us longer Traded;</L>
<L>But when you more than u&s;ual yelp it,</L>
<L>Yes, thank ye, when you cannot help it.</L>
<L>Then gladly mu&s;t you &s;end agen</L>
<L>For me, or Doctor <HI>Ch&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>For him at lea&s;t, &s;ince as for me</L>
<L>I come uncall'd, without a Fee,</L>
<L>Except a Drubbing on occa&s;ion</L>
<L>Out of meer Superarrogation:</L>
<L>Di&s;guis'd le&s;t you my Beard &s;hou'd gape on</L>
<L>With mighty Muffler, clean white Apron,</L>
<L>And cleaner Sleeves, I'm neat and ready,</L>
<L>With Eye like Eagle, Hand like Lady.</L>
<L>But one thing more, I &s;hould have got me,</L>
<L>A Lions Heart, for your Anat'my.</L>
<L>That failing me, I quak'd and trembled,</L>
<L>My Ears and Tail in vain di&s;&s;embled.</L>
<L>The A&s;s peep'd through and I was known,</L>
<L>And o're the cur&s;t Balcony thrown.</L>
<L>Judge if my Skill not co&s;t me dearly,</L>
<L>Which at your Service is &s;incerely,</L>
<L>T' anatomize on all occa&s;ions</L>
<L>Your pretty Parts and Reputations.</L>
<L>No Favour or Affection &s;hown,</L>
<L>Not your Sex only, but my own</L>
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Shall feel the dint of Mu&s;ick-Speech,</L>
<L>And fir&s;t have at <HI>Lucretius&mdash;Cr&mdash;;</HI></L>
<L>Nor can there any thing be &s;tranger</L>
<L>Than the occa&s;ion of my Auger.</L>
<L>Not that his fir&s;t &s;o well was done,</L>
<L>That Envy &s;aid 'twas not his own;</L>
<L>For &s;ome may &s;o malicious be,</L>
<L>To &s;ay the &s;ame of this and me;</L>
<L>Nor that he's but a bad Tran&s;lator</L>
<L>Of <HI>Horace,</HI> (tho pray &s;hew me a better;)</L>
<L>But wot ye what's the very cau&s;e,</L>
<L>A cur&s;e upon his Lockram Jaws.</L>
<L>There was a Lady lov'd a Swine,</L>
<L>Preferring his &s;weet Face to mine;</L>
<L>Judge you, and if there's Ju&s;tice in ye,</L>
<L>I dare &s;hew with him for a Guinea.</L>
<L>Here's Eyes and No&s;e, here's Foot and Leg too,</L>
<L>To &s;ay no more of Shape and Neck too:</L>
<L>And him, yes him, O Times, O <HI>Mores,</HI></L>
<L>To have that <HI>Phiz</HI> preferr'd before us!</L>
<L>That makes me fret as String of Fiddle,</L>
<L>And thus &s;nap off my Tune i'th' middle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That heap of Scandals I'll not write,</L>
<L>Which made for <HI>Sm</HI>&mdash;the Ladies Fight.</L>
<L>Tho other Lovers &s;ure 'twould ruine,</L>
<L>At <HI>Oxford</HI> 'tis their way of woing.</L>
<L>So fair <HI>Grimalkin</HI> none e&s;pou&s;es,</L>
<L>How well &s;o e're th' old Gib-Cat Mou&s;es</L>
<L>E're Mu&s;ick-Speech's on the Hou&s;es;</L>
<L>And when they've pull'd each others Furr,</L>
<L>'Twill then be time enough to purr.</L>
<L>See how this Strokes, the other woes him,</L>
<L>That fain would lay in Lap or Bo&s;om;</L>
<L>While back and forth he bru&s;hes by 'em,</L>
<L>With Tail on end, as he'd defie 'em.</L>
<L>Nor from each other need you guard 'em,</L>
<L>They'll not fight long, you need not part 'em.</L>
<L>With what you've heard, pray re&s;t contented,</L>
<L>My <HI>Book</HI> and <HI>Canto</HI> here are ended.</L>
</LG>
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