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So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Magpye hight,
A ftately, worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
HRYNE had talents for mankind, Open fhe was, and unconfin'd, Like fome free port of trade: Merchants unloaded here their freight, And Agents from each foreign ftate, Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good-breeding fuch,
Spaniards or French came to her : To all obliging she'd appear: "Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynbeer, "Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.
Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
So have I known those Infects fair
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare) Still vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new titles with new forms;
DR. S W IF T.
The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON.
Arfon, these things in thy poffeffing
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
A large Concordance, bound long fince;
He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'Squire, and kiss his wife;
Toast Church and Queen, explain the News,
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