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My Lord, your Favours well I know;

'Tis with diftinction you

And not to ev'ry one that comes,

Juft as a Scotfman does his Plumbs.

Pray take them, Sir.—Enough's a Feast: 25
"Eat fome, and pocket up the rest"
What rob your Boys? thofe pretty rogues!
No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs."
Thus Fools with Compliments befiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye.

Scatter your Favours on a Fop,
Ingratitude's. the certain crop;
And 'tis but juft, I'll tell ye wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wife man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good:
But makes a diff'rence in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

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Now this I'll fay, you'll find in me
A fafe Companion, and a free;
But if you'd have me always near—
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Refolution

To give me back my Conftitution!




Reddes dulce loqui: reddes ridere decorum, et Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.

Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam Repferat in cumeram frumenti; paftaque, rurfus Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra. Cui muftela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere istinc; Macra cavum repetes arctum, quem macra subisti. Hac ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta refigno; Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto. Saepe verecundum laudasti; Rexque, Paterque

The sprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,
And kept you up so oft till one:
And all that voluntary Vein,

As when Belinda rais'd 'my Strain.
A Weafel once made shift to flink
In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;
But having amply ftuff'd his fkin,
Could not get out as he got in:
Which one belonging to the House
('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)
Obferving, cry'd, "You 'scape not so,
"Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."
Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no fuch Beast, nor his Relation;
Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans:
Extremely ready to refign

All that may make me none of mine.
South-fea Subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Ease.







VER. 50. As when Belinda] A compliment he pays himself and the Public on his Rape of the Lock.

Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius abfens :
Infpice, fi poffum donata reponere laetus.

Parvum párva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma, Sedvacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum. Strenuus et fortis, caufifque Philippus agendis Clarus, &c.

"Twas what I faid to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modefty, and smil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency!
So bought an Annual Rent or two,
And liv'd-juft as you fee I do;
Near fifty, and without a Wife,
I trust that finking Fund, my Life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my Paternal Cell,
A little Houfe, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Mafter, very low.
There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worfe nor better.


To fet this matter full before ye,
Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.
Harley, the Nation's great Support,'

But you may read it, I ftop short.

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VER. 67. Craggs and Child,] Mr. Craggs gave him fome South-fea fubfcriptions. He was fo indifferent about them as to neglect making any benefit of them. He used to say it was a fatisfaction to him that he did not grow rich (as he might have done) by the public calamity.

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