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KIT, run to your Master, and bid him come

to us,
I'm sure he'll be proud of the Honour you do us ;
And, Captain, you'll do us the Favour to stay,
And take a short Dinner here with us To-day :
You're heartily welcome : But as for good Chear,
You come in the very worst time of the Year ;
If I had expected so worthy a Guest:
Lord! Madam! your Ladyship süre is in Jeft;
You banter me, Madam, the Kingdom must

You Officers, Captain, are so complaisant.

“ Hist, Huzzy, I think I hear some Body

coming No, Madam ; 'uis only Sir Arthur a humming.

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To shorten my Tale, (for I hate a long Story)
The Captain at Dinner appears in his Glory;
The Dean and the * Doctor have humbled their

For the Captain's entreated to sit by your Side ;
And, because he's their Betters, you carve for him

The Parsons, for Envy, are ready to burst :
The Servants amaz’d, are scarce ever able
To keep off their Eyes, as they wait at the Table ;
And, Molly and I have thrust in our Nose,
peep at the Captain, in all his fine Clo’es :


* Doctor JENNY, a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood.

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Dear Madam, be sure he's a fine spoken Man,
Do but hear on the Clergy how glib his Tongue


live ;

And, Madam, says he, if such Dinners you give, 6. You'll never want Parsons as long as you “ I ne'er knew a Parfon without a good Nose, " But the Devil's as welcome wherever he goes : “ Gme, they bid us reform and repent, “ Bat, 2-, by their Looks, they never keep Lent: " Mister Curate, for all your grave Looks, I'm

afraid, “ You cast a Sheep's Eye on her Ladyship's Maid ; " I wilh she wou'd lend you her pretty white Hand, “ In mending your Cassock, and smoothing your

Band : (For the Dean was so shabby, and look'd like a

Ninny, That the Captain suppos'd he was Curate to Jenny.) “ Whenever you see a Caffock and Gow!, , " A Hundred to One, but it covers a Ciuwn; “ Observe how a Parson comes into a Room, “ G---me, he hobbles as bad as my Groom ; “ A Scholard, when just from his College broke

" Can hardly tell how to cry Bo to a Goose;
“ Your * Noveds, and Blutracks, and Omurs and

By G they don't signify this Pinch of

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* Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers,

“ To give a young Gentlenian right Education, " The Army's the only good School in the Nation;

My School-Mafter call'd me a Dunce and a Fool, * But, atCuffs, I was always theCock of the School ; “ I never cou'd take to my Book for the Blood

o'me, “: And the Puppy confessd, he expected no Good e

C'me. " He caught me one Morning coquetting his Wife, ““. But he maulid me, I ne'er was so maul'd in my

Life: « So, I took to the Road, and what's very odd, -66 The first Man I robb’d, was a Parson, by G “ Now Madam, you think it a strange thing to

say, -« But, the sight of a Book makes me fick to this


Never since I was born did I hear so much

Wit, And, Madam, I laughid till I thought I shou'd

split. So, then you look'd scornful, and snift at the Dean, As, who shou'd say, Now am I * Skinny and Lean? But,; he durft not so much as once open ..And, the Doktor was plaguily down in the Hips.

his Lips,

Thus, merciless Hannah, ran on in her Talk, Till she heard the Dean call, Will your Ladyship walk ?


*Nick-Names for my Lady,

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Her Ladyship answers, I'm just coming down ;
Then, turning to Hannab, and forcing a Frown,
Although it was plain, in her Heart she was glad,
Cry'd, Huzzy, why sure the Wench is gone mad:
How cou'd these Chimera's


Brains? Come hither, and take this old Gown for


But, the Dean, if this Secret shou'd come to his Ears,
Will never have done with his Gibes and his Jeers :
For your Life, not a Word of the Matter, I charge

Give me but a Barrack, a Fig for the Clergy.

get into

A Libel on the Reverend Dr. DELANY,

and his Excellency JOHN Lord CARTERET.

To Dr. DELANY, occafioned by his Epistle to

bis Excellency John Lord CARTERET.

Written in the Year 1729.


ELUDED Mortals, whom the Great

Chuse for Companions téte a téte;
Who, at their Dinners, en famille,
Get leave to fit whene'er you will ;
Then, boasting, tell us where you din'd,
And, how his Lordship was so kind
How many pleasant Things he spoke,
And, how you laugh'd at ev'ry Joke :

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Swear, he's a most facecious Man,
That you and he are Cup and Cann.
You travel with a heavy Load,
And quite mistake Preferment's Road.

SUPPOSE my Lord and you alone,
Hint the least Int'rest of your own;
His Visage drops, he knits his Brow,
He cannot talk of Bus'ness now :
Or, mention but a vacant Post,
He'll turn it off with, Name your Toast.
Nor could the nicest Artist paint,
A Countenance with more Constraint.

For, as their Appetites to quench,
Lords keep a Pimp to bring a Wench;
So, Men of Wit are but a Kind
Of Pandars to a vicious Mind;
Who proper Objects must provide
To gratify their Lust of Pride,
When weary'd with Intrigues of State,
They find an idle Hour to prate.
Then, shou'd you dare to ask a Place,
You forfeit all your Patron's Grace,
And disappoint the sole Design,
For which he summon'd you to dine.

Thus, Congreve spent, in writing Plays,
And one poor Office, half his Days ;
While * Mountague, who claim'd the Station
To be Mecænas of the Nation,



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