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Sooner shall Major-General cease
I'm told, you think to take a step, some
(Now if you're weary of my style,
I had to see you some intent,
For which, I had resolv'd almost
Sir, you're so stiff in your opinion,
reviver of a schism,
Dryden married Lady Elizabeth Howard.
You have no cause to take offence, sir,
To end with news—the best I know,
If you have any consolation T'administer on this occasion, Send it, I pray, by the next post, Before my sorrow be quite lost.
The twelfth or thirteenth day of July, 7 But which I cannot tell
A FAREWELL TO LONDON
IN THE YEAR 1715.
Dear, damn'd, distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease : This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Soft B-s and rough C-3, 1 adieu !
Earl Warwick, make your moan, The lively H-k and you
May knock up whores alone.
To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Till the third watchman's toll; Let Jervas gratis paint, and Frowde?
Save threepence and his soul.
Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery
On every learned sot; And Garth, the best good Christian he,
Although he knows it not.
Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;
Farewell, unhappy Tonson ! Heaven gives thee for thy loss of Rowe 3
Lean Philips and fat Johnson.
Why should I stay? Both parties rage;
My vixen mistress squalls; The wits in envious feuds engage;
And Homer (damn him!) calls.
Philip Frowde, author of the tragedies of the Fall of Saguntum, and Philotas.
3 When George I. made Rowe one of the land-surveyors of the port of London.
* Ambrose Philips, and Charles Johnson the dramatist.
The love of arts lies cold and dead
In Halifax's urn;
Has yet the grace to mourn.
My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Betray, and are betray'd :
And B-115 is a jade.
Why make I friendships with the great,
When I no favour seek?
I need but once a week.
Still idle, with a busy air,
Deep whimsies to contrive ; The gayest valetudinaire,
Most thinking rake alive.
Solicitous for others' ends,
Though fond of dear repose ; Careless or drowsy with my friends, And frolic with
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell
For sober, studious days ! And Burlington's delicious meal,
For salads, tarts, and pease !
5 Eustace Budgell.