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<HEAD>On the ANSWER to Dr. WILDS POEM; UPON <HI>Mr.</HI> CALAMY<HI>'s Impri&s;onment.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GLancing (as I pa&s;s'd) a&s;ide</L>
<L>Upon a Ballad-Stall, I &s;py'd</L>
<L>A Sheet, with Poem &s;princkled o're;</L>
<L>At Sight, it &s;eem'd like Lawyers Lore,</L>
<L>With Lines that &s;tood &s;o thin and wide,</L>
<L>As though they rated were by th' &s;ide;</L>
<L>(And &s;ure the Printer, that gave more</L>
<L>Then Clerks pay for them, will be poor;)</L>
<L>By this I thought, and by his Wit,</L>
<L>I had the Squint-ey'd Author hit;</L>
<L>'Gue&s;t it the Pettyfoggers Rhime:</L>
<L>But that it came forth in Term time;</L>
<L>When the Green Bag, his <HI>Pia Mater</HI></L>
<L>Is better fraught; <HI>John Taylor</HI>'s Water</L>
<L>Is now converted into Wine;</L>
<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">t Poet now, can drink and dine</L>
<L>On Di&s;hes of more &s;olid fare,</L>
<L>Then the <HI>Camelion</HI> Si&s;ters are;</L>
<L>Or yet <HI>Cook Lorrells;</HI> no need &s;teal</L>
<L><HI>Ben John&s;on</HI>'s Sweapings for a Meal:</L>
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<LG>
<L>But I'm mi&s;taken in the man,</L>
<L>There is another in the Van</L>
<L>Of Libellers, Heroick Leader,</L>
<L>And (to the Sen&s;e of Female Reader)</L>
<L>A Champion &s;tout; his name let pa&s;s,</L>
<L>It Rhimes to Madam <HI>Baltingla&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Wich whom he Cheek by Jole doth walk,</L>
<L>And can do more with her than talk;</L>
<L>This is the Bi&s;hops tru&s;ty <HI>Roger,</HI></L>
<L>That bites with Teethy Quill like <HI>Badger;</HI></L>
<L>He that with help of Ha<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">tbert Blade,</L>
<L><HI>Ned Bag&s;haw</HI> by the Heels hath laid;</L>
<L>When all his Troops of Ver&s;e and Pro&s;e,</L>
<L>With all their dry and down-right Blowes</L>
<L>Upon his &s;ides, could make no dint,</L>
<L>Nor more leave on them, then the print</L>
<L>Of his foul Pen; This, this is he</L>
<L>Tramples on <HI>Wild</HI> and <HI>Calamy</HI></L>
<L>With &s;aucy Feet of Ballad Meetre,</L>
<L>Than which, the &s;tinking Souls are &s;weeter</L>
<L>Of Ballad Singers, or the Train</L>
<L>Of Match Girls out of <HI>Ro&s;emary</HI> Lane:</L>
<L>Some write of Poets licking Spit</L>
<L>From <HI>Homers</HI> Lips the na&s;ty wit</L>
<L>That from his &s;qualid Nib doth fome,</L>
<L>Speaks him of &s;ome &s;uch Sire to come;</L>
<L><HI>Jack Pudding</HI>'s Chaps with Cu&s;tard &s;mear'd,</L>
<L>And mix'd with Candle &s;mutted Beard,</L>
<L>Not half &s;o loath&s;om looks as thine;</L>
<L>There's not one Mu&s;e of all the Nine</L>
<L>So &s;lutti&s;h, but abhors to be</L>
<L>Accounted Patrone&s;&s;e to thee.</L>
<L>But oh! bold <HI>Bard</HI> with brazen Front,</L>
<L>That dur&s;t put <HI>Hudebras</HI> upon't!</L>
<L>And filch away that Authors Fame,</L>
<L>By counterfeiting of his Name;</L>
<L>Not as <HI>Bathillus</HI> did, who put</L>
<L>His Name to <HI>Virgill</HI>'s Ver&s;es; but</L>
<L>With far more impudence and &s;hame,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t to thine put <HI>Virgill</HI>'s Name;</L>
<L>Thus Vagabonds get Bread and Chee&s;e</L>
<L>In Country Towns, by Shifts like the&s;e,</L>
<L>And by a counterfeited Pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Oft whipping &s;cape; but <HI>Hudebras</HI></L>
<L>Shall not &s;ecure thee from my Scourge;</L>
<L>For though thy Wit can little urge</L>
<L>A Poets Rage, yet who can &s;ee</L>
<L>The foame of ba&s;e &s;currility</L>
<L>On &s;uch men thrown by &s;oul-mouth'd Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>And not a little Whipcord u&s;e?</L>
<L>Which to a Halter I could twi&s;t,</L>
<L>And make thy Wreath on't (if I li&s;t)</L>
<L>But &s;uch gro&s;&s;e Lines for Mu&s;e to weave,</L>
<L>Is much beyond Poetick Leave;</L>
<L>A Satyri&s;t may la&s;h (no doubt)</L>
<L>But not beyond his Whip La&s;h out;</L>
<L>Thus to invade the Hangmans place</L>
<L>With Sledge and Halter; foul di&s;grace</L>
<L>Of Poets Pen to treat of the&s;e,</L>
<L>Which only Reader, Rout can plea&s;e;</L>
<L>Nay, (which the Mu&s;es more dete&s;t)</L>
<L>To talk of Halters not in je&s;t;</L>
<L>A Poets Wit though ne're &s;o keen,</L>
<L>May be endur'd if without Spleen:</L>
<L>But when the <HI>Bard</HI> once angry grows,</L>
<L>His Wit outmatch'd, at be&s;t he &s;hows.</L>
<L>Then take thy &s;wing I'le give thee Rope;</L>
<L>Tangle thy &s;elf, I do not hope,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall my wi&s;h extend to &s;ee,</L>
<L>That Bi&s;hop lay his hands on thee,</L>
<L>Which thou for <HI>Calamy</HI> and <HI>Wild</HI></L>
<L>Provided ha&s;t, in Ver&s;e &s;o vil'd;</L>
<L>That 'twere le&s;&s;e Torture to be hung</L>
<L>Out right, then thus be Ballad Sung</L>
<L>By Slutti&s;h Mu&s;e; let tho&s;e that cry</L>
<L>Kitchin-Stuffe to thy next reply;</L>
<L>If more thou write&s;t at this Rate,</L>
<L>May'&s;t thou be match'd at <HI>Billings gate;</HI></L>
<L>Where with thy Hawkers on thy &s;ide,</L>
<L>Thy prowe&s;&s;e will be better try'd;</L>
<L>No Regiment of Red-Coats Stout,</L>
<L>But of Red-petty-Coats the Rout,</L>
<L>For thy Encounter fitte&s;t are;</L>
<L>So Farewell Womans Man of War.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>R. B.</HI> 1663.</P>
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