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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>Dr. Wild's Poem. <HI>IN NOVA FERT ANIM&V;S,</HI> &amp;c, OR, A NEW SONG TO AN OLD FRIEND from an OLD POET, Upon the Hopeful New Parliament.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WE are All tainted with the <HI>Athenian</HI>-Itch,</L>
<L>News, and new Things do the whole World bewitch.</L>
<L>Who would be Old, or in Old fa&s;hions Trade?</L>
<L>Even an Old Whore would fain go for a Maid:</L>
<L>The Mode&s;t of both Sexes, buy new Graces,</L>
<L>Of Perriwigs for Pates, and Paint for Faces.</L>
<L>Some wear new Teeth in an old Mouth; and &s;ome</L>
<L>Carve a new No&s;e out of an aged Bum.</L>
<L>Old <HI>He&s;iod's</HI> gods Immortal Youth enjoy:</L>
<L><HI>Cupid,</HI> though Blind, yet &s;till goes for a Boy;</L>
<L>Under one Hood Hypocrite <HI>Janus</HI> too,</L>
<L>Carries two faccs, one Old, th'other New.</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> wears no Beard, but &s;till looks young;</L>
<L><HI>Diana, Pallas, Venus,</HI> all the throng</L>
<L>Of Mu&s;es Graces, Nymphs, look Brisk and Gay,</L>
<L>Priding them&s;elves in a perpetual <HI>May.</HI></L>
<L>Whiles doting <HI>Saturn, Pluto, Pro&s;erpin,</HI></L>
<L>At their own ugly Wrinkles Rage and Grin;</L>
<L>The very Furies in their looks do twine;</L>
<L>Snakes, who&s;e embroydered skyns nenew their &s;hine;</L>
<L>And nothing makes Great <HI>Juno</HI> chafe and &s;cold,</L>
<L>But <HI>Joves</HI> new Mi&s;&s;es &s;lighting her as Old.</L>
<L>Poets, who others can Immortal make,</L>
<L>When they grow Gray, their Lawrels them for&s;ake;</L>
<L>And &s;eek young Temples, where they may grow Green;</L>
<L>No Pal&s;ie-hands may wa&s;h in <HI>Hypocrene;</HI></L>
<L>'Twas not Ter&s;e Clarret, Eggs, and Muskadine,</L>
<L>Nor Goblets Crown'd with <HI>Greek</HI> or <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Wine,</L>
<L>Could make new Flames in Old <HI>Ben John&s;ons</HI> Veins,</L>
<L>But his Attempts prov'd lank and languid &s;trains:</L>
<L>His <HI>New Inn</HI> (&s;o he nam'd his younge&s;t Play)</L>
<L>Prov'd a blind Ale-hou&s;e, cry'd down the fir&s;t Day:</L>
<L>His own dull Epitaph&mdash;<HI>Here lies Ben John&s;on,</HI></L>
<L>(Half drunken too) He Hickcupt&mdash;<HI>who was once one.</HI></L>
<L>Ah! this &s;ad <HI>once one! once</HI> we <HI>Trojans</HI> were;</L>
<L>Oh, better never, if not &s;till we are.</L>
<L>Rhymes, of Old Men, <HI>Iliack</HI> pa&s;&s;ions be,</L>
<L>When that &s;hould downward go, comes up we &s;ee,</L>
<L>And are like <HI>Jews</HI>-Ears in an Elder-Tree;</L>
<L>When Spectacles do once be&s;tride the No&s;e,</L>
<L>The Poet's Gallop turns to &s;tumbling-Pro&s;e.</L>
<L>Sir, I am Old, Cold, Mould; and you might hope</L>
<L>To &s;ee an <HI>Alderman</HI> dance on a Rope,</L>
<L>A <HI>Judg</HI> to act a Gallant in a Play,</L>
<L>Or an Old <HI>Plurali&s;t</HI> Preach twice a day;</L>
<L>Of a Thin <HI>Taylor</HI> make a Valiant Knight,</L>
<L>Or a <HI>good Subject</HI> of a <HI>Je&s;uite;</HI></L>
<L>As an old Bald-pate (&s;uch as mine- you know)</L>
<L>Should make his Hair, or Wit and Fancy grow</L>
<L>Nor is there need that &s;uch a Block as I</L>
<L>Should now be hew'd into a <HI>Mercury.</HI></L>
<L>When Winter's gone, the Owl his foot may &s;pare,</L>
<L>And to the <HI>Nightingales</HI> re&s;ign the Air.</L>
<L>Such is the beautiful new face of things:</L>
<L>By Heavens kind Influences, and the Kings,</L>
<L>Joy &s;hould in&s;pire; and all in mea&s;ures move,</L>
<L>And every Citizen a <HI>Virgil</HI> prove.</L>
<L>Each <HI>Prote&s;tant</HI> turn Poet; and who not</L>
<L>Should be &s;u&s;pected guilty of the <HI>Plot;</HI></L>
<L>If, now the day doth dawn, our Cocks forbear</L>
<L>To clap their Wings and Crow, you well may &s;wear,</L>
<L>It is their want of Loyalty, not Wit,</L>
<L>That makes them &s;ullen, and &s;o &s;ilent &s;it.</L>
<L><HI>Galli</HI> of <HI>Gallick</HI> kind&mdash;I'le &s;ay no more,</L>
<L>But that their Combs are Cut, and they are &s;ore;</L>
<L>Yet to provoke them, my old Cock &s;hall Crow,</L>
<L>That &s;o his Eccho round the Town may go.</L>
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<HEAD>Upon the New PARLIAMENT.</HEAD>
<L>MY Landlord underprop't his Hou&s;e &s;ome years,</L>
<L>Was often warn'd&mdash;'Twould fall about his Ears;</L>
<L>For the main Timber, That above, and under,</L>
<L>By every Bla&s;t was apt to rend a&s;under.</L>
<L>This year He gently took all down, and then</L>
<L>What of the Old prov'd &s;ound, did &s;erve agen.</L>
<L>May all the New be Heart of <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Oak,</L>
<L>And the whole Hou&s;e &s;tand firm from fatal &s;trok,</L>
<L>And nothing in't, the Founder e're provoke.</L>
<L>My <HI>Grandam,</HI> when her Bees were old and done,</L>
<L>Burnt the old Stock, and a new Hive begun;</L>
<L>And in one year &s;he found a greater &s;tore</L>
<L>Of <HI>Wax</HI> and <HI>Honey</HI> then in all before.</L>
<L>Variety and Novelty delights;</L>
<L>Old Shooes and Mouldy Bread are <HI>Gibeonites.</HI></L>
<L>When Cloaths grow thread-bare, and breeds Vermin too,</L>
<L>To <HI>Long Lane</HI> with them, and put on &s;ome new:</L>
<L>When VVine turns Vinegar&mdash;All Art is vain,</L>
<L>The VVorld can never make it Wine again.</L>
<L>'Tis time to wean that Child, who bites the Brea&s;t;</L>
<L>And Cha&s;e tho&s;e fowls that do befowl their Ne&s;t.</L>
<L>When <HI>Nolls</HI> No&s;e found the Rump began to &s;mell;</L>
<L>He dock't it, and the Nation lik't it well.</L>
<L>Ca&s;t the old-mark't and greazy Cards away,</L>
<L>And give's a new Pack, el&s;e we will not play;</L>
<L>Nothing but Pork, and Pork, and Pork, to eat!</L>
<L>Good Lanlord give's fre&s;h COMMANS for our Meat.</L>
<L><HI>Trent</HI> Council Thirty years lay &s;ows'd in pickle,</L>
<L>Until it prov'd a &s;tinking Conventicle.</L>
<L>And now Old <HI>Rome</HI> plays over her old Tricks,</L>
<L>This <HI>Seventy-nine,</HI> &s;hall pay for <HI>Sixty-&s;ix:</HI></L>
<L>Out of the Fire, like new refined Gold,</L>
<L>How bright new <HI>London</HI> looks above the Old,</L>
<L>All Creatures under Old Corruptions groan,</L>
<L>And for a New Creation make their moan:</L>
<L>The <HI>Phoenix</HI> (of her &s;elf grown weary) dyes</L>
<L>Unto &s;ucce&s;&s;ion a burnt-&s;acrifice.</L>
<L>Old Eagles breed bad Hawks, and they wor&s;e Kites,</L>
<L>And they blind Buzzard (as Old <HI>Pliny</HI> Writes),</L>
<L>Deans, Prebends, Chaplains think them&s;elves have wrong,</L>
<L>When <HI>Bi&s;hops</HI> live unmercifully long;</L>
<L>And poor <HI>Di&s;&s;enters</HI> beg they may a&s;cend</L>
<L>Into a Pulpit from the Tables end.</L>
<L>And who hath not by good experience found</L>
<L>Be&s;t Crops are gained by new-broken ground,</L>
<L>And the fir&s;t &s;eed&mdash;OATS &s;ifted clean and &s;ound?</L>
<L>But yet Old Friends, Old Gold, Old King, I prai&s;e:</L>
<L>Old <HI>Tyburn</HI> take them who do otherwi&s;e:</L>
<L>Heaven Cha&s;e the Vultur from our Eagles Ne&s;t,</L>
<L>And let no Ravens this <HI>March</HI>-Brood mole&s;t?</L>
<L><HI>So Sings poor Robin Redbre&s;t.</HI></L>
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