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Who scorning from her cause to wince,
stark-naked ever since, And ever naked will appear, Beloved by all who Truth revere.
TO MR. ADRIAN DRIFT',
Two mice, dear boy, of genteel fashion,
Mother, dear mother, that endearing thought
1 This gentleman had been Prior's secretary, and was left nis joint executor.
Thy doleful days, and melancholy nights,
But why all this? Is this your fable ?
Well then, dear Brother-
2 The sword of Hudibras,
Those two great wonders of their ages,
know in such a case)
Quoth Suffolk, By pre-eminence In years, though (God knows) not in sense, All's gone,
dear Brother, only we Remain to raise posterity; Marry you, Brother; I'll go down, Sell nouns and verbs, and lie alone. May you ne'er meet with feuds or babble, May olive-branches crown your table. Somewhat I'll save, and, for this end, To prove a brother and a friend. What I propose is just, I swear it, Or may I perish, by this claret!' • The dice are thrown, choose this or that, ('Tis all alike to honest Matt) I'll take then the contrary part, And propagate with all my heart.' After some thought, some Portuguese }, Some wine, the younger thus replies :
3 Snuff so called.
• Fair are your words, as fair your carriage, Let me be free, drudge you in marriage; Get me a boy call’d Adrian; Trust me I'll do for't what I can.' Home went, well pleased, the Suffolk Tony, Heart-free from care, as purse
money; He got a lusty squalling boy ; (Doubtless the dad's and mammy's joy) In short, to make things square and
even, Adrian he named was, by Dick Stephen. Matt's debt thus paid; he now enlarges, And sends
in a bill of charges; A cradle, Brother, and a basket, (Granted as soon as e'er I ask'd it) A coat not of the smallest scantling, Frocks, stockings, shoes, to grace the bantling These, too, were sent, (or I'm no drubber) Nay, add to these the fine gum-rubber+; Yet these won't do, send t other coat, For faith the first's not worth a groat; Dismally shrunk, as herrings shotten, Supposed originally rotten. Pray let the next be each way longer, Of stuff more durable and stronger; Send it next week, if you are able; By this time, sir, you know the fable. From this, and letters of the same make, You 'll find what 'tis to have a namesake.
Cold and hard times, sir, here, (believe it) I've lost my curate too, and grieve it; At Easter, for what I can see, (A time of ease and vacancy)
* Commonly called a coral.
If things but alter, and not undone, l'll kiss
hands and visit London. Molly sends greeting; so do I, sir: Send a good coat, that's all: good b’ye, sir.
MATTHEW, Feb. 16, 1708-9.
A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE.
FROM public noise and factious strife,
To painted roofs and shining spires,
To sum up