To say such things is most provoking!

And fo, I hope you were but joking.
I cannot bear you should abuse

So Delicate and Chafte a Mufe;

She's clear, fhe's fweet, fhe's pure, she's Terfe,

Sound in her Senfe, and smooth her Verfe.
With Female Softness, Manly Lines,

At once the Langushes and Shines.
And truly, Sir, I'm of your Mind,
Old Bards are not of Classick kind.
But You, and Pope, and Addifon,
And Garth, and Welfted are, I own;
Yes, certainly it must be so,
For you fly high, and they fly low.

Prefent my Love to Griffy Beven,
And to the other Six or Seven:
And to the Joker Bowler Billy;

Tell them, if they to Piccadilly
Should come with you, they all fhould find
How well I am to Jokes inclin'd.

Once more, think not before you write,
Upon my Soul 'twill spoil you quite.
A Plague o' this corrected Age,

That fhould fear it! ftirs my Rage;
you

For if this Age does stand corrected,
By you it ought to be neglected;

Who

Who pass your Curious well-fpent Time

In high-fwell'd Verfe, and Modern Rhyme.
What you have faid of Addifen,

Of Garth and Philips is, I own,
Correct, and fhews the botteft Fire,
That e'er a Genius did infpire.
Tickle and Welfted you purfue,

In Stile Correct, and Manner New,
Which none befides your felf could do.
Your Judgment of our State appears,
In what you've faid of State-Affairs.
For which I wish you'd come and ftand
A while to ease thy

And thus you'll give your Friend fuch Ease.
As Atlas gave to Hercules.

I know you, Sir, you've too good Senfe * To trust at all to Providence;

And therefore like a Man of Wisdom,

Would rather truft to mine than his Dome:

Depend upon it. Sir, I'll dish-up

Your Worship to a Dean or Bishop.

The Meaning of this depends upon a private Story.

POST

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POSTCRIPT.

OU tell me, Smed, that you'll withdraw
TO IRELAND, there to go to Law.

You cannot, must not, Sir, be Wife,

And finoak your Pipe and draw your Tythes,

EPI

In Deo folo confido Eterno & Omnipotenti.

Ens Entium miferere mei!

零零零

Thus

F

Thus Imitated.

OR ev'ry Prince that hit my Fancy,

(For Inftance, Charles, and James, and Nancy)

I had by Turns a Share of Zeal;

But was Old DoG at Publick Weal.

I've had my Doubts, as all Men should,
Yet liv'd as honeft as I could.

What comes, when we refign our Breath,

For what fome fond Enthusiasts make him,

In GOD alone I put my Trust,

Because he's Merciful, and Just.

Of all things Great, thou great Beginner,

Take Pity on a Garter'd SINNER!

電

And