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From whence 'tis plain, the diadem
That princes wear derives from them :
And therefore crowns are now-a-days
Adorn'd with golden stars and rays;
Which plainly shews the near alliance
'Twixt cobling and the planet science.
Besides, that slow-pac'd fign Boötes,
As 'tis miscall's, we know not who 'tis :
But Partridge ended all disputes ;
He knew his trade, and call'd it boots.
The horned moon, which heretofore
Upon their shoes the Romans wore,
Whose wideness kept their toes from corns,
And whence we claim our shoeing-horns,
Shews how the art of cobling bears
A near resemblance to the spheres.
A scrap of parchment hung by geometry,
(A great refiner in barometry)
Can, like the stars, foretell the weather;
And what is parchment else but leather ?
Which an astrologer might use
Either for almanacks or shoes.
Thus Partridge, by his wit and parts,
At once did practise both these arts :
And as the boding owl (or rather
The bat, because her wings are leather)
Steals from her private cell by night,
And flies about the candle-light;
So learned Partridge could as well
Creep in the dark from leathern cell,
And in his fancy Ay as far,
peep upon a twinkling star.
Besides, he could confound the spheres,
And set the planets by the ears ;
To shew his skill, he Mars could join
To Venus in aspect malign;
Then call in Mercury for aid,
And cure the wounds that Venus made.
Great scholars have in Lucian read,
When Philip king of Greece was dead,
His soul and spirit did divide,
And each part took a different side:
One rose a star; the other fell
Beneath, and mended shoes in hell.
Thus Partridge still shines in each art,
The cobling and star-gazing part,
And is install d as good a star
of the Cæfars are.
Triumphant star! fome pity thow
On coblers militant below,
Whom roguish boys, in stormy nights,
Torment by pissing out their lights,
Or through a chink convey their smoke,
Inclos'd artificers to choke.
Thou, high exalted in thy sphere,
May'st follow still thy calling there.
To thee the Bull will lend his hide,
By Phæbus newly tann'd and dry’d:
For thee they Argo's hulk will tax,
And scrape her pitchy fides for wax:
Then Ariadne kindly lends
Her braided hair to make thee ends;
The points of Sagittarius' dart
Turns to an awl by heavenly art;
And Vulcan, wheedled by his wife,
Will forge for thee a paring knife.
For want of room by Virgo's side,
She'll strain a point, and sit astride,
To take thee kindly in between ;
And then the figns will be thirteen,
HERE, five feet deep, lies on his back
A cobler, starmonger, and quack;
Who, to the stars in pure good-will,
Does to his best look upward still,
Weep, all you customers that use
His pills, his almanacks, or shoes;
And you that did your fortune feek,
Step to his grave but once a week;
This earth, which bears his body's print,
You'll find had so much virtue in't,
That I durst pawn my ears, 'twill tell,
Whate'er concerns you full as well,
In physick, stolen-goods, or love,
As he himself could, when above,
SEVEN and ten, addyd to nine,
Of Fraunce her woe this is the sygne,
Tamys rivere twys y-frozen,
Walke fans wetyng shoes ne hozen.
Then comyth foorthe, ich understonde,
From towne of ftoffe to fattyn londe,
An hardy chiftan *, woe the morne,
To Fraunce that evere he was born.
Then shall the fyshe + beweyle his bosse :
Nor shall grin berrys I make up
Yonge Symnele || shall again miscarrye :
And Norways pryd § again thall marrey.
And from the tree where blosums feele,
Rife fruit shall come, and all is wele.
Reaums shall daunce honde in honde **
And it shall be merye in olde Inglonde,
Then old Inglonde shall be no more,
And no man shall be forie therefore.
Geryon t t shall have three hedes agayne,
Till Hapsburge # # makyth them but twayne.
NOW hardly here and there a hackney-coach
Appearing, shew'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own; The slipshod 'prentice from his master's door Had par’d the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dextrous airs, Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the stairs.
D. of Marlborough. + The Dauphin. I D. of Berry. !! The young Pretender.
** By the Union ++ A king of Spain sain by Hercules. 11 The Archduke Charles was of the Hapíburg family.
The youth with broomy stumps began to trace
The kennel's edge, where wheels had worn the place.
The small-coal-man was heard with cadence deep,
Till drown'd in Thriller notes of chimney-sweep:
Duns at his Lordship’s gate began to meet ;
And brick-dust Moll had scream'd through half the
The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees':
The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands,
And school-boys lag with satchels in their hands.
In Imitation of Virgil's Georgics. 1710.
AREFUL observers may foretel the hour,
(By sure prognostics) when to dread a shower. While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o’er Her frolicks, and pursues her tail no more. Returning home at night, you'll find the sink Strike your
offended sense with double stink. If you
be wise, then go not far to dine; You'll spend in coach-hire more than fave in wine. A coming shower your shooting corns presage, Old aches will throb, your hollow tooth will rage; Sauntering in coffee-house is Dulman seen; He damns the climate, and complains of spleen.
Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled wings, A fable cloud athwart the welkin flings,