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III.
Then various elements, against thee join'd,

In one more various animal combin'd,
And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kind.

IV. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was

"Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

V.
But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain;

Lost in the maze of words he turns again,
And seeks a furer state, and courts thy gentle reign.

VI.
Amicted Sense thou kindly doft set free,

Oppress’d with argumental tyranny,
And routed Reason finds a safe retreat in thec.

VII.
With thee in private modest Dulness lies,

And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife !

VIII.
Yet thy indulgence is by both confest;

Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for reft.

IX. Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good name,

25 The only honour of the wishing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of

Fame.

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X.
But couldst thou seize some tongues that now

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

3 XI. Yet Speech ev'n there submissively withdraws, From rights of subjects, and the poor man's caufe:

[laws. Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy

XII.
Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,

What fav’rites gain, and what the nation owes,
Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.

XIII.
The country-wit, religion of the town,

The courtier's learning, policy o’th' gown,
Are best by thee express’d; and shine in thee alone.

XIV.
The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry,

40 Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and fleep eternally.

VI.

Earl of DORSET.

ARTEMISIA.

HOUGH Artemisa talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;

Reads Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some things methinks she fails; "Twere well if she could pare her nails,

And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such nastiness and so much pride

Are oddly join'd by Fate ;
On her large squab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in state.

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She wears no colours (sign of grace)
On

any part except her face;

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

And masculine her stride,

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

Majestically stalk;
A stately, worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,

All flutter, pride, and talk.

PHRYNE.

HRYNE had talents for mankind,

Open die was, and unconfin'd, Like some free port of trade : Merchants unloaded here their freight,

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And agents from each foreign state,

Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding such,
Whether tho Italian or the Dutch,

Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging she'd appear:
'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynbeer,

'Twas s'il vous plaill, Monsieur.

Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,

At length she 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 insects fair,
(Which curious Germans hold so rare),

Still vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new titles with new forms;
Firft grubs obscene, then wriggling worms,

Then painted butterflies.

VII.

Dr. SWIFT.

The Happy Life of a COUNTRY-PARSON.

ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing

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A wife that makes conserves; a steed
That carries double when there's need;
O&ober 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 standing ;
A Chrysoitom to smooth thy band in.
The Polyglott----three parts ----my text,
Howbeit,----likewise----now to my next :
Lo here the Septuagint,----and Paul,
To sum the whole ----the close of all.

He that has these, may pass his life,
Drink with the 'squire, and kiss his wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And fast on Fridays-----if he will;
Toast Church and Queen, explain the news,
Talk with church-wadens about pews,
Pray heartily for some new gift,
And thake his head at Doctor S-----t.

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