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<HEAD><HI>Tho. Brown's</HI> RECANTATION OF HIS SATYR ON THE FRENCH KING.</HEAD>
<Q>Facit Recantatio ver&s;um.</Q>
<LG>
<L>ANd has this Bitch my Mu&s;e trapan'd me,</L>
<L>Then I'm as much undone as can be.</L>
<L>I knew the Gilt would never leave me,</L>
<L>Till to a Pri&s;on &s;he'd deceived me:</L>
<L>Cur&s;t be the wretch, and &s;ure he's cur&s;t</L>
<L>That taught the Trade of <HI>Rhyming</HI> fir&s;t:</L>
<L>'Tis a damn'd Trade, and who pur&s;ues it,</L>
<L>I'll pa&s;s my word at la&s;t he rue's it.</L>
<L><HI>Homer</HI> and <HI>Virgil</HI> were but Tools&mdash;</L>
<L>Fit only for the u&s;e of Fools.</L>
<L>And <HI>Horrace</HI> too with all his Art,</L>
<L>To Men of &s;en&s;e not worth a Fart:</L>
<L>Even <HI>Cau&s;abon</HI> for <HI>Satyr</HI> famous,</L>
<L>Was but a gingling Ignoramus.</L>
<L>And all the re&s;t to <HI>Ben.</HI> and <HI>&s;o forth,</HI></L>
<L>A Crew of u&s;ele&s;s things of no worth:</L>
<L>But now I have no time to rail,</L>
<L>The Hog hath got another Tail.</L>
<L>My Wits are rather on the Wrack,</L>
<L>To &s;ave my own Poetick Back;</L>
<L>Yet by the way, 'tis very hard</L>
<L>Poets of all Men &s;hould be barr'd,</L>
<L>From labouring in their proper Station;</L>
<L>Why, Where's the Ju&s;tice of the Nation?</L>
<L>Believe me, Sirs, as I'm a Sinner,</L>
<L>I writ this <HI>Satyr</HI> for a Dinner.</L>
<L>And &s;tampt it with the Par&s;ons Name,</L>
<L>Not as I meant them any &s;hame.</L>
<L>But &s;ince I mu&s;t the Matter tell,</L>
<L>I thought 'twould make the Paper &s;ell.</L>
<L>By all that's good, all that true is,</L>
<L>I ever lov'd and honour'd <HI>Lewis:</HI></L>
<L>He's Great and Wi&s;e, more could I &s;ay,</L>
<L>But fear again to di&s;-obey.</L>
<L>And for his Prie&s;ts, I here prote&s;t,</L>
<L>I value them as all the re&s;t:</L>
<L>And tho' I cur&s;t them all, What then?</L>
<L>The Men are hone&s;t harmle&s;s Men.</L>
<L>Next for King <HI>James</HI> and Prince of <HI>Wales,</HI></L>
<L>I always wi&s;h'd them happy Gales;</L>
<L>And for my &s;awcy naming <HI>Molly,</HI></L>
<L>I own 'twas Impudence and Folly.</L>
<L>La&s;tly, for naming the <HI>Non-Juror;</HI></L>
<L>Why, that was but Poetick furor.</L>
<L>I know I have ungrateful been.</L>
<L>'Twas raging hunger drew me in,</L>
<L>To abu&s;e tho&s;e very Friends that have</L>
<L>Almo&s;t pre&s;erv'd me from the Grave;</L>
<L>There hone&s;t Men, mark what I &s;ay,</L>
<L>If I love any Prie&s;ts 'tis they.</L>
<L>I now confe&s;s 'tis highly ba&s;e,</L>
<L>To in&s;ult o'er Men in &s;uch a Ca&s;e:</L>
<L>And could the thing be done again,</L>
<L>I'd &s;tarve before I'd injure them.</L>
<L>What &s;hall I &s;ay? I here recant,</L>
<L>And own my &s;elf a <HI>Sycophant:</HI></L>
<L>But Oh! I fear that will not do,</L>
<L>A thou&s;and di&s;mal Thoughts pur&s;ue.</L>
<L>I'm all in pain, and let me tell you,</L>
<L>My Back begins to cur&s;e my Belly.</L>
<L>I'm ju&s;t as if at Cart-ar&s;s tyde,</L>
<L>With hang-man grinning by my &s;ide,</L>
<L>And Mob of all &s;orts crowding round me,</L>
<L>Advi&s;ing <HI>Catch</HI> to &s;winge me &s;oundly:</L>
<L>And what torments me wor&s;t of all,</L>
<L>Methinks that &s;ome among them bawl,</L>
<L>'Tis he that for a Crown to &s;pend,</L>
<L>Reviles Crown'd Heads, betrays his Friend.</L>
<L>All this 'tis true I well de&s;erve,</L>
<L>And yet 'tis very hard to &s;tarve.</L>
<L>So that if things were rightly &s;tated,</L>
<L>Part of my Sentence might be bated.</L>
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<L>I was of <HI>Poppins-Ally</HI> chief.</L>
<L>Till forc'd from thence to &s;eek relief:</L>
<L>And to avoid &s;ome dangerous Rogues;</L>
<L>Took &s;helter among Paedagogues;</L>
<L>'Twas then like the <HI>Sicylian</HI> King,</L>
<L>Under &s;trict Laws I Boys did bring:</L>
<L>And tho' I was but a <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word">-Roy,</HI></L>
<L>I could command the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 chunk">e&s;t Boy.</L>
<L>But here a little Time was &s;pent</L>
<L>Before I left my Government.</L>
<L>I'm charg'd with Male Admini&s;tration,</L>
<L>And &s;o pull'd down from regal Station.</L>
<L>To Town again di&s;grac'd I came,</L>
<L>For now 'tis vain to hide my Shame;</L>
<L>Where &s;ince I &s;harp'd, and &s;pung'd and tick'd,</L>
<L>Been always &s;corn'd, and &s;ometimes kick'd;</L>
<L>And yet the wor&s;t is &s;till behind,</L>
<L>Oh! hear me out and you'll be kind.</L>
<L>For three long Weeks my Mu&s;e and I,</L>
<L>Had been &s;hut up in Garret high:</L>
<L>The Cau&s;e I think I need not tell,</L>
<L>Poets with Pox convertible.</L>
<L>While thus I lay in de&s;perate &s;tate,</L>
<L>In comes a Baud who&s;e name was <HI>Kate;</HI></L>
<L>A Rampant Bitch where once I tabled,</L>
<L>Who finding me of &s;trength di&s;abled;</L>
<L>Not Vows nor Promi&s;es could &s;ave me,</L>
<L>But off &s;he bears the Cloaths &s;he gave me.</L>
<L>And thus of Coat, even Shirt bereft,</L>
<L>Poor naked <HI>Tom.</HI> in Bed was left.</L>
<L>In this mo&s;t &s;harp and &s;trange di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>T'was then I thought on Tru&s;ty <HI>Be&s;s;</HI></L>
<L>Who tho' I knew &s;he was but poor,</L>
<L>I always found a faithful Whore.</L>
<L>To her without a long Petition,</L>
<L>I briefely told my &s;ad Condition.</L>
<L>But I forget to tell you how,</L>
<L>With hot Ox-cheek, and heel of Cow:</L>
<L>With Trotters neat and Tripe like Jelly,</L>
<L>She oft had fill'd my empty Belly.</L>
<L>And one thing more I had forgot,</L>
<L>Hot Furmety and Rice-milk hot.</L>
<L>She never let me want, for why?</L>
<L>It was her Trade the &s;ame to Cry.</L>
<L>I thought (poor fool) &s;he pittyed me,</L>
<L>And thus re&s;olve's to &s;et me free&mdash;.</L>
<L>With twenty pence which &s;he had got;</L>
<L>And &s;hillings four for loan of pot.</L>
<L>To &s;ome convenient bulk &s;he hies,</L>
<L>And there a Coat and Breeches buyes.</L>
<L>The want of Shirt too to &s;upply&mdash;,</L>
<L>Sends me her Smock tho' hardly dry.</L>
<L>And more to fit me out compleat,</L>
<L>For th'other three pence buys a Cheat.</L>
<L>When thus equipp'd abroad I venture,</L>
<L>Hopeing on projects new to enter:</L>
<L>But all my hopes prove vain God wot;</L>
<L><HI>Be&s;s</HI> &s;till mu&s;t want her porridge-pot.</L>
<L>My belly too grows lank, for &s;he</L>
<L>Had no Rice-milk nor Furmety.</L>
<L>All Friends I try'd not one was willing,</L>
<L>To credit me with one poor &s;hilling.</L>
<L>In this di&s;tre&s;s without advi&s;eing,</L>
<L>I fell to cur&s;ed <HI>Satyri&s;ing.</HI></L>
<L>Oh! pitty me or I am lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Far wor&s;t than when in blanket to&s;t.</L>
<L>And if this time I'm &s;par'd from whipping,</L>
<L>If e'er again you catch me tripping,</L>
<L>May all the plagues that are befel,</L>
<L>On Poet poor on this &s;ide Hell:</L>
<L>Seize me at once, and may I be,</L>
<L>A publick mark of Infamy.</L>
<L>May all my Whores and Dunes o'ertake me,</L>
<L>And all my Friends even <HI>Be&s;s</HI> for&s;ake me.</L>
<L>And may the Pox with which I &s;truggle;</L>
<L>Joyn'd with the Gout afflict me double:</L>
<L>May I at La&s;t by Inches Die,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t loo&s;e my no&s;e and then an Eye.</L>
<L>And when I am dead, then may I have,</L>
<L>This ju&s;t <HI>Memento</HI> on my Grave:</L>
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<L><HI>Here Lie's</HI> T. B. <HI>of Life and fame bereft:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here lie's I mean all that the Pox hath left.</HI></L>
<L><HI>There let him lie, a Wretch too mean for &s;corning,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To all ungrateful Scriblers a long Warning.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed, and are to be Sold by mo&s;t Book&s;ellers in <HI>London</HI> and <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI> MDCXCVII.</P>
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