Tho' a Printer and Dean Seditiously mean Our true Irish Hearts from old England to wean; We'll buy English Silks for our Wives and our Daughters, In Spight of his Deanfhip and Journeyman Waters. II. 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 Carcafs would make a Teague mad, Since a living Dog is better than a dead Lyon, Our Wives they grow fullen At wearing of Woollen, And all we poor Shop-keepers must our Horns pull in. Then we'll buy English Silks, &c. III. Whoever our Trading with England would hinder, Our noble Grand Jury, When they faw the Dean's Book they were in a great Fury: They would buy English Silks, &c. IV. This wicked Rogue Waters, who always is finning, And before Corum Nobus fo oft' has been call'd, Henceforward fhall print neither Pamphlets nor Linen, And, if Swearing can do't, shall be swingingly maul'd: And as for the Dean, You know whom I mean, If the Printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean. Then we'll buy English Silks for our Wives and our Daughters, In Spight of his Deanship and Journeyman Waters. The 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 from London. Y an old Β purfu'd, A* crazy Prelate, and a† Royal Prude. St had the Sin of Wit, no venal Crime; Nay, 'twas affirm'd, he fometimes dealt in Rhime: Humour, and Mirth, had Place in all he writ: He reconcil'd Divinity and Wit. VOL. II. He mov'd, and bow'd, and talk'd with too much Grace; Nor fhew'd the Parfon in his Gait or Face BUT, after fage Monitions from his Friends, And now, the publick Int'reft to fupport, The *A Coffee-Houfe and Tavern near St. Paul's, much frequented by the Clergy. Then Secretary of State, now Lord BOLINGBROKE, the moft univerfal Genius in Europe. The Waiters stand in Ranks; the Yeomen cry, Now* Finch alarms the Lords; he hears for certain, This dang❜rous Prieft is got behind the Curtain: moves. || Walpole and Aylaby, to clear the Doubt, Inform the Commons, that the Secret's out: "A certain Doctor is obferv'd of late, "To haunt a certain Minister of State: "From whence, with half an Eye we may discover, "The Peace is made, and Perkin must come over. York is from Lambeth fent, to fhew the QUEEN A dang❜rous + Treatife 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, § He fues for Pardon, and repents too late. *Late Earl of NOTTINGHAM, who made a Speech in the House of Lords against the Author. Those two made Speeches in the Houfe of Commons against the Author, although the latter profeffed much Friendship for him. + The Tale of a Tub. § It is known that his Grace fent a Meffage to the Author, to defire his Pardon, and that he was very forry for what he had faid and done. |