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KIT, run to your Master, and bid him come
“ Hist, Huzzy, I think I hear some Body
coming No, Madam ; 'uis only Sir Arthur a humming.
To shorten my Tale, (for I hate a long Story)
* Doctor JENNY, a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood.
Dear Madam, be sure he's a fine spoken Man,
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
* 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.
Thus, merciless Hannah, ran on in her Talk, Till she heard the Dean call, Will your Ladyship walk ?
*Nick-Names for my Lady,
Her Ladyship answers, I'm just coming down ;
Brains? Come hither, and take this old Gown for
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;
Swear, he's a most facecious Man,
SUPPOSE my Lord and you alone,
For, as their Appetites to quench,
Thus, Congreve spent, in writing Plays,
* Lord HALLIFAX.