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

And wear a cleaner smock.

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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 ftate.

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.


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HRYNE had talents for mankind,

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


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 plais, Monheur.



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 insects fair,
(Which curious Germans hold so rare),

Still vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new titles with new forms;
First grubs obscene, 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 blessing.

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A wife that makes conferves; 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 since ;
Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince:
A chronicle of ancient standing;
A Chrysostom to smooth thy band in.
The Polyglott----three parts ----my text,
Howbeit,----likewise-,--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 '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 fome new gift,
And thake his head at Doctor Scoot.

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HE occasion of publishing these Imitations

was the clamour raised on some of my Epifles. An answer from Horace was both more full, and of more dignity, than any I could have made in my own person; and the example of much greater freedom in so eminent a divine as Dr Donne, seemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a Christian may treat vice or folly, in ever so low, or ever so high a station. Both these authors were acceptable to the princer and minillers under whom they lived. The fatires of Dr Donne I versified, at the desire of the Earl of Oxford, while he was Lord Treasurer, and of the Duke of Shrewibury, who had been Secretary of State; neither of whom looked upon a satire on vitious courts as any reflection on those they served in. And indeed there is not in the world a greater error, Vol.II.



than that which fools are so apt to fall into, and knaves with good reason to encourage, the mistaking a satirist for a libeller; whereas to a true sa. tirijt nothing is so odious as a libeller, for the fame reason as to a man truly virtuous nothing is so hateful as a hypocrite.

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THI 'HIS paper is a sort of bill of complaint, begun

many years since, and drawn up by fnatches, as the several occasions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleased fome persons of rank and fortune, [the authors of Verses to the imitator of Horace, and of an Epifle to a Doctor of Divi. nity from a Noblemon at Hampton-Court), to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my writings, (of which, being public, the public is judge), but my perfon, morals, and family; whereof, to those who know me not, a truer in. formation may be requisite. Being divided between the neceflity to say something of myfelf, and my own laziness to undertake so aukward a talk, I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand

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