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<HEAD>HICKLEDY-PICKLEDY:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The York&s;hire Curates Complaint.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of <HI>Alas, poor Scholar,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>HU&s;h, <HI>Poeta&s;ters,</HI> that abu&s;e</L>
<L><HI>Apollo,</HI> and bla&s;pheme the Mu&s;e;</L>
<L>That (like the <HI>Senator</HI> of worth)</L>
<L><HI>Conceive,</HI> and yet <HI>bring nothing forth:</HI></L>
<L>Or, like that Lyon-&s;eeming A&s;s,</L>
<L>Who (in the name of <HI>Hudibras</HI>)</L>
<L>Fool of his penny hath beguil'd,</L>
<L>And plaid at <HI>Hot-cockles</HI> with <HI>Wild:</HI></L>
<L>Or like tho&s;e <HI>Pamphleteers,</HI> who (la&s;t Week)</L>
<L>Canted in tone of <HI>Prynne</HI> and <HI>Ba&s;twick;</HI></L>
<L>Filling the <HI>Change</HI> with fal&s;e Tradition</L>
<L>Of <HI>Chelmsford</HI>'s Vicar's <HI>Circumci&s;ion,</HI></L>
<L>Who lo&s;t his <HI>Tithes,</HI> (as Story tells)</L>
<L>For he was <HI>Guelt of nothing el&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor need we <HI>Gouty Doctor</HI>'s Tongue,</L>
<L><HI>Who got a Pars'nage for a Song;</HI></L>
<L>Chirping in phra&s;e of <HI>Robert Wi&s;dome,</HI></L>
<L>But &s;ince the fir&s;t of <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> is dumb:</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Antler</HI> fair as <HI>Chimny-&s;tock,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Cheeks</HI> as &s;moothe as <HI>Punching-block;</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Shanks like <HI>Dog-hor&s;e</HI> Far&s;ie-legs,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Teeth like <HI>Cri&s;pins</HI> Holly-pegs,</L>
<L>And <HI>Leather-ears,</HI> were all Retainers</L>
<L>To the Right Wor&s;hipful <HI>Cordwainers:</HI></L>
<L>And be&s;ides this, his Noping Pate</L>
<L>That &s;peaks him famous <HI>Hu&s;on</HI>'s <HI>Mate,</HI></L>
<L>(This in the <HI>Church,</HI> that in the <HI>State,</HI></L>
<L>Did <HI>Text</HI> as well as <HI>Shooes</HI> tran&s;late)</L>
<L>We &s;corn. Now fie of his <HI>un&s;av'ry Drolls,</HI></L>
<L>With which he <HI>Flie-blow'd</HI> Bumpkins Souls.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if the vertue of <HI>Small-Beer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t'nings,</HI> and <HI>Twen~ty Marks</HI> a year,</L>
<L>Can brain with Fancy rich in&s;pire,</L>
<L>And teach an <HI>A&s;s</HI> to tune a <HI>Lyre,</HI></L>
<L>Who felt for <HI>Poetry,</HI> but mi&s;t her,</L>
<L>Laying his <HI>Clutches</HI> on her Si&s;ter</L>
<L>Hight <HI>Poverty:</HI> and &s;ince that time,</L>
<L>Borrow'd in <HI>Pro&s;e,</HI> and Paid in <HI>Rime:</HI></L>
<L>Then li&s;ten, <HI>Lordlings,</HI> unto one</L>
<L>At <HI>Go&s;&s;ipings</HI> yclep'd <HI>Sir John;</HI></L>
<L>Who is no better nor no wor&s;e</L>
<L>Then <HI>Lazy Doctor's Stalking-hor&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Tne Lazy Prie&s;t, who (like to Criple)</L>
<L>Supports each Arm with <HI>Crutch of Steeple;</HI></L>
<L>And (when his crazy bulk grows &s;ick)</L>
<L>Stumbles into a <HI>Bi&s;hoprick.</HI></L>
<L>Religious man! who more condoles</L>
<L>The <HI>want</HI> of <HI>Tithes,</HI> then <HI>lo&s;s</HI> of <HI>Souls;</HI></L>
<L>And when both <HI>Men</HI> and <HI>Corn</HI> are mown,</L>
<L>Seeks not <HI>Gods Harve&s;t,</HI> but his <HI>own:</HI></L>
<L>Who plays with <HI>Simoniack Doxy,</HI></L>
<L>And in the <HI>Pulpit</HI> &s;peaks by <HI>Proxy;</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Curate Poor,</HI> that bears the heat</L>
<L>Of Morning, and the Evening &s;weat;</L>
<L>And doth his Congregation fo&s;ter</L>
<L>With <HI>'Po&s;tles Creed,</HI> and <HI>Pater No&s;ter;</HI></L>
<L>Di&s;pen&s;ing (in the&s;e times of dotage)</L>
<L>That which <HI>blind Sectaries</HI> call <HI>Pottage;</HI></L>
<L>Is Slave to <HI>Avaritious</HI> Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>For <HI>Rector</HI> rides on back of <HI>Pa&s;tor.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Had I been <HI>Presbyter,</HI> perhaps</L>
<L>I might have wa&s;h'd my <HI>Zealous Chaps</HI></L>
<L>With blood of Grape, and left the <HI>County</HI></L>
<L>To ta&s;te th' uncon&s;tant <HI>City's</HI> Bounty;</L>
<L>And (as to <HI>Calamy</HI> it happens)</L>
<L>Been &s;trange <HI>Decoy-bird</HI> to <HI>dead Capons.</HI></L>
<L>Thus might I graze (like Royal Bea&s;t)</L>
<L>And never ta&s;te the Wi&s;emans Fea&s;t:</L>
<L>But tedious is the <HI>Curate</HI>'s way,</L>
<L>For he mu&s;t <HI>Fa&s;t</HI> as well as <HI>Pray:</HI></L>
<L>But if the Parliament will <HI>&s;mother</HI></L>
<L>One <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> with Cures, and <HI>&s;tarve</HI> another,</L>
<L>The <HI>Tott'ring</HI> Clergy mu&s;t &s;ubmit</L>
<L>To <HI>Presbyter</HI> or <HI>Je&s;uit:</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Liturgy</HI> will loo&s;e her <HI>Glory</HI></L>
<L>'Twixt <HI>Ma&s;s-book</HI> and the <HI>Directory.</HI></L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>By <HI>T. P.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
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