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Part of the IXth ODE of the Fourth BOOK of HORA CE, addressed to Doctor WILLIAM KING, late Lord Archbishop of Dublin.

Paulùm fepulta, etc.

IRTUE conceal'd within our breaft
Is inactivity at best :

Eut never fhall the Mufe endure
To let your virtues lie obfcure,
Cr fufter envy to conceal

Your labours for the public weal.
Within your breast all wisdom lies,
Either to govern or advise;
Your fteddy foul preferves her frame
In good and evil times the fame.
Pale Avarice and lurking Fraud
Stand in your facred prefence aw'd;
Your hand alone from gold abftains,
Which drags the flavish world in chains.

Him for a happy man I own,
Whofe fortune is not overgrown;
And happy he, who wifely knows
To use the gifts, that heav'n bestows;

Or,

Or, if it please the pow'rs divine,
Can fuffer want, and not repine,
The man, who infamy to fhun
Into the arms of death would run,
That man is ready to defend

With life his country, or his friend.

VERSES made for Women wh› ‹ry Apples, etc.

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OME buy my fine wares,
Plumbs, apples, and pears,

A hundred a penny,

In confcience too many:
Come, will you have any?
My children are feven,
I wish them in heaven,
My husband a fot,

With his pipe and his pot,
Not a farthing will gain 'em,
And I must maintain 'em.

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ASPARAGUS.

RIPE 'fparagrafs,

Fit for lad or lafs,

To make their water pass:

O, 'tis pretty picking
With a tender chicken.

ONYON S.

COME, follow

OME, follow me by the smell,
Here's delicate onyons to fell,

I promise to use you well.
They make the blood warmer;
You'll feed like a farmer:
For this is ev'ry cook's opinion,
No fav'ry dish without an onyon;
But, left your kiffing should be spoil'd
Your onyons must be th'roughly boil'd;
Or else you may spare

Your mistress a fhare,

The fecret will never be known;

She cannot difcover

The breath of her lover,

But think it as fweet as her own.

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OYSTERS.

OYSTER S.

HARMING oyfters I cry,
My mafters come buy,
So plump and fo fresh,
So fweet is their flesh,
No Colchester oyster
Is fweeter and moifter
Your ftomach they settle,
And rouse up your mettle;
They'll make you a dad
Of a lafs or a lad;

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And madam your wife
They'll please to the life;

Be fhe barren, be fhe old,

Be fhe flut, or be fhe fcold,

Eat my oyfters, and lye near her,
She'll be fruitful, never fear her.

B

HERRINGS.

E not fparing,
Leave off fwearing.

Buy my herring

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*

Fresh from Malahide,
Bet ter ne'er was try❜d.

Come, eat 'em with pure fresh butter and
mustard,

Their bellies are foft, and as white as a custard.

Come, fix-pence a dozen to get me some

bread,

Or, like my own herrings, I foon fhall be

dead.

COM

ORANGE S.

ME buy my fine oranges, fauce for
your veal,

And charming when squeez'd in a pot of
brown ale.

Well roafted, with fugar and wine in a

cup,

They'll make afweet bishopwhen gentlefolks fup.

*Malahide, about five miles from Dublin, famous for oysters.

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