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Then various elements, against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kină. IV.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was


low, 'Till wrangling Science taught it noife and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foe.


But rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain; Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And feeks a furer state, and courts thy gentle reign.


Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.


With thee in private modeft Dulness lies,
And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife;
Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife!

Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,

And 'tis in thee at laft that Wisdom feeks for rest.


Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good


The only honour of the wishing dame;


Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of



But couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free,

How church and state should be oblig'd to thee? At fenate, and at bar, how welcome wouldst thou




Yet Speech ev'n there fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's

caufe: [laws. Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noisy


Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What fav'rites gain, and what the nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repofe. XIII.

The country-wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, Are best by thee express'd; and fhine in thee alone. XIV.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, 40 Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at last, and fleep eternally.


Earl of DORSET.



HOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;


Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in fome things methinks fhe fails;
'Twere well if the could pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftinefs and fo much pride

Are oddly join'd by Fate:

On her large fquab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And mafculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpye hight,
Majeftically stalk ;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All flutter, pride, and talk.



HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open he was, and unconfin'd,

Like fome free port of trade:

Merchants unloaded here their freight,

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And agents from each foreign ftate,
Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging fhe'd appear:
"Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynbeer,
'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.

Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length the turns a bride:

In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She shines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known those infects fair,
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare),
Still vary fhapes and dyes;

Still gain new titles with new forms;

Firft grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies.







The Happy Life of a COUNTRY-PARSON.


ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing
Are better than the Bishop's bleffing.


A wife that makes conferves; a steed
That carries double when there's need;
October store, and best Virginia,
Tithe-pig, and mortuary Guinea;
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy patron's weekly thank'd;
A large concordance, bound long fince;
Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince:
A chronicle of ancient ftanding;
A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in.
The Polyglott----three parts,----my text,
Howbeit,--likewife----now to my next:
Lo here the Septuagint,----and Paul,
To fum the whole,----the close of all.
He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'fquire, and kiss his wife ;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And faft on Fridays--if he will;
Toaft Church and Queen, explain the news,
Talk with church-wardens about
Pray heartily for fome new gift,
And fhake his head at Doctor S-----t.






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