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A REB U S. By VANESSA. CUT the name of the man * who his mistress deny'd, And let the first of it be only apply'd

7 To join with the prophet + who David did chide; Then say what a horse is that runs very fast I; And that which deserves to be first put the last; Spell all then, and put them together, to find The Name and the Virtues of himn I design d. Like the Patriarch in Egypt, he 's vers’d in the state; Like the Prophet in Jewry, he 's free with the great; Like a racer he flies, to succour with speed, When his friends want his aid, or desert is in need.


TI E nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit,

I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,
Which thus she will venture profusely to throw
On so mcan a design, and a jubijećt fo low.
For mtan 's her design, and her subject as mean,
The first but a Rebus, the last but a Dcan.
A Dean 's but a parfon : and what is a Relus?
A thing never known to the Muses or Phoebus.
The corruprion of verse; for, when all is done,
It is but a paraphraje made on a pun.
But a genius like her's no subject can stifle,
It thews and discovers itself through a trifle.
* Jo-feph.
+ Nathan. I Swift.


By reading this trifle, I quickly began
To find her a great wit, but the dean a small man.
Rich ladies will furnish their garrets with stuff,
Which others for mantuas would think fine enough :
So the wit that is lavishly thrown away here
Might furnish a second-rate poet a year.
Thus much for the verse, we proceed to the next,
Where the Nymph has entirely forsaken her text :
Her fine panegyricks are quite out of season,
And what she describes to be merit is treason:
The changes, which faction has made in the state,

put the dean's politicks quite out of date : Now no one regards what he utters with freedom, And, should he write pamphlets, no great man would

read 'em ; And should want or desert stand in need of his aid, This racer would prove but a dull-founder'd jade.


Addrefied to RICHARD STEELE; Efq. 1714. “ En qui promittit cives, urbem fibi cure, “ Imperium fore, & Italiam, & delubra deorum.”

HOR. 1 Sat. vi. 34.


ICK, thou ’t resolv'd, as I am told,

Some strange arcana to unfold, And, with the help of Buckley's pen, To vamp the good old cause again, Which thou (such Burnet's shrewd advice is) 5 Muit furbith up, and nickname Crisis. K 4


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Thou pompoully wilt let us know
What all the world knew long ago,
(E’er since Sir William Gore was mayor,
And Harley fillid the Commons' chair)
That we a German Prince must own
When Anne for heaven resigns her throne.
Bu more than that, thou’lt keep a rout
With-who is in—and who is out,
Thou 'lt rail devoutly at the peace,
And all its secret causes trace,
The bucket-play 'twixt Whigs and Tories,

ups and downs, with fifty stories
Of tricks the lord of Oxford knows,
And errors of our Plenipoes.
Thou 'lt tell of leagues among the great,
Portending ruin to our state;
And of that dreadful coup d'eclat,
Which has afforded thee much char.
The Queen, forsooth (despotic) gave
Twelve coronets without tby leave!
A breach of liberty, 'tis own’d,
For which no heads have yet aton'd !
Believe me, what thou'st undertaken
May bring in jeopardy thy bacon ;
For madmen, children, wits, and fools,
Should never meddle with edg’d tools.
But, fince thou ’rt got into the fire,
And canst not easily retire,
Thou must no longer deal in farce,
Nor pump to cobble wicked verse ;





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Until thou shalt have eas’d thy conscience,
Of spleen, of politicks, and nonsense ;
And, when thou 'st bid adieu to cares,
And settled Europe's grand affairs,

'Twill then, perhaps, be worth thy while
For Drury-Lane to shape thy style :
“ To make a pair of jolly fellows,
« The son and father, join to tell us,
“ How sons may safely disobey,

And fathers never should say nay,
“ By which wise conduct they grow friends
“ At last--and so the story ends *.”

When first I knew thee, Dick, thou wert
Renown'd for skill in Faustus' art t,
Which made thy closet much frequented
By buxom lasses—some repented
Their luckless choice of husbands-others,
Impatient to be like their mothers,
Receiv'd from thee profound directions

How best to settle their affections.
Thus thou, a friend to the distress'd,
Didit in thy calling do thy best.

But now the Senate (if things hit
And thou at Stockbridge wert not bit)

60 * This is said to be a plot of a comedy with which Mr. Steele has long threatened the town. SWIFT.In some particulars it would apply to “ The Conscious 6 Lovers.”

+ There were some tolerable grounds for this reAection. Mr. Sieele had actually a laborato y at Poplar.



Must feel thy eloquence and fire,
Approve thy schemes, thy wit admire,
Thee with immortal honours crown,
Whilst, Patriot-like, thou 'lt strut and frown.

What though by enemies 'tis said,
The laurel, which adorns thy head,
Must one day come in competition
By virtue of some fly petition :
Yet mum for that ; hope still the best,
Nor let such cares disturb thy reft.

Methinks I hear thee loud as trumpet,
As bagpipe shrill, or oyster-strumpet ;
Methinks I see thee, spruce and fine,
With coat embroider'd richly thine,
And dazzle all the idol-faces

75 As through the ball thy worship paces; (Though this I speak but at a venture, Supposing thou haft tick with Hunter) Methinks I see a black-guard rout Attend thy coach, and hear them shout In approbation of thy tongue, Which (in their ftyle) is purely hung, Now! now you carry all before you! Nor dares one Jacobite or Tory Pretend to answer one fyl--lable, Except the matchlufhero Abel*. What though her highness and her spouse In Antwerp t keep a frugal house,

* Abel Roper. + Where the duke of Marlborough then refided.


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