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Tho' a Printer and Dean
Seditiously mean Our true Iris Hearts from old England to wean ; We'll buy English Silks for our Wives and our
Daughters, In Spight of his Deanship and Journeyman Waters.
In England the Dead in Woollen are clad,
The Dean and his Printer then let us cry Fye on; To be cloath'd like a Carcass would make a Teague
Since a living Dog is better than a dead Lyon,
Our Wives they grow fullen
At wearing of Woollen,
Then we'll buy English Silks, &c.
Whoever our Trading with England would hinderg
To inflame both the Nations do plainly conspire; Because Irish Linen will soon turn to Tinder ; And Wool it is greasy, and quickly takes Fire.
Therefore I assure ye,
Our noble Grand Jury, When they saw the Dean's Book they were in a
great Fury: They would buy English Silks, &c.
This wicked Rogue Waters, who always is sinning,
And before Corum Nobus so oft has been call'd,
And as for the Dean,
You know whom I mean,
our Daughters, In Spight of his Deanship and Journeyman Waters.
The AUTHOR upon Himself.
Written in the Year 1713.
A few of the first Lines were wanting in the Copy fent us by a Friend of the Author's
Y an old
S-t had the Sin of Wit, no venal Crime Nay, 'twas affirm'd, he sometimes dealt in Rhime : Humour, and Mirth, had Place in all he writ: He reconcil'd Divinity and Wit. Vol. II. K
* Dr. SHARPE, Archbishop of York. † Her late Maty.
He mov’d, and bow'd, and talk'd with too much
Grace; Nor shew'd the Parfon in his Gait or Face ; Despis'd luxurious Wines, and coftly Meat ; Yet, still was at the Tables of the Great. Frequented Lords ; saw those that saw the Queen ; At * Child's or Truby's never once had been; Where Town and Country Vicars flock in Tribes, Secur’d by Numbers from the Laymen's Gibes ; And deal in Vices of the graver Sort, Tobacco, Censure, Coffee, Pride, and Port.
But, after sage Monitions from his Friends,
And now, the publick Int'rest to support,
* A Coffee House and Tavern near St. Paul's, much frequented by the Clergy.
11 "Then Secretary of State, now Lord BOLINGBROKE, the most universal Genius in Europe.
The Waiters stand in Ranks; the Yeomen cry,
Now * Finch alarms the Lords; he hears for
i oils many a Spring, which Harley moves. || Walpole and Ayslaby, to clear the Doubt, Inform the Commons, that the Secret's out: " A certain Doctor is observ'd of late, « To haunt a certain Minister of State : • From whence, with half an Eye we may discover, 66 The Peace is made, and Perkin must come over. York is from Lambeth fent, to shew the QUE EN A dangʻrous + Treatise writ against the Spleen'; Which by the Style, the Matter, and the Drift, 'Tis thought could be the Work of none but St. Poor York! the harmless Tool of others Hate, SHe sues for Pardon, and repents too late.
her Vengeance vows On S-t's Reproaches for her
* Late Earl of NOTTINGHAM, who made a Speech in the House of Lords against the Author.
|| Those two made Speeches in the House of Commons against the Author, although the latter profesied much Friendship for him.
+ The Tale of a Tub.
§ It is known that his Grace fent a Message to the Author, to desire his Pardon, and that he was very forry for what he had said and done,