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Lady Betty Berkeley finding in the

Author's Room jome Verses unfia nished; underwrit a Stanza of her own, with Raillery upon him, which gave Occafion to this Ballad..

Written in the YEAR 1703.

To the Tune of the Cut-purse.


i I. , : NCE on a Time, as old Stories rehearse, A Friar would needs shew his Talent in

(Latin; But was sorely put to't in the Midt of a Verse, Because he could find out no Word to come pat in.

Then all in the Place

He left a void Space; And so went to Bed in a desperate Case When behold, the next Morning a wonderful Riddici He found it was strangely fill'd up in the Middle. Cho. Let censuring Criticks then think what they

lif on't, Who would not write Verses with such an Afiftant ?

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This put me the Friar into an Amazement;

For he wisely confider'd it must be a Sprite, That came through the Key-Hole, and in af the

Casement ; And it needs must be one that could both read and write :

Yet he did not know

If it were Friend or Foe,
Or whether it came from above or below.
Howe’er, it was civil in Angel or Elf;
For he ne'er could have fill'd it so well of himself.
Chọ. Let cenfring, c.

Even so Master Do&or had puzzled his Brains

In making a Ballad, but was at a stand;
He had mix'd little Wit with a great deal of Pains ;
When he found a new Help from invifible Hand,

Then good Dr. S-,

Pay thanks for the Gift, For you freely mult own you were at a dead Lift: And tho' some malicious young Spirit did do's, You may see by the Hand it had no cloven Foot.

Cho. Let centuring, $c.

30 V E R S E S

Wrote on a

Lady's Ivory Table-Book

Written in the YEAR 1706.


Eruse my Leaves thro' ev'ry Part,

And think thou feest my Owner's Heart ;
Scrawld o'er with Trifles thus; and quite
As hard, as fenfeless, and as light:
Expos'd to ev'ry Coxcomb's Eyes,
But hid with Caution from the Wife.
Here you may read, (Dear charming Saint.)
Beneath, (A new Receipt for Paint.)
Here, in Beau.spelling, (tru tel Detb.)
There, in her own, (far an el breth.)
Here, (lovely Nymph pronounce my Doom.)
There, (a Safe Way to use Perfume.)
Here, a Page fill'd with Billet-Doux
On t'other Side, (laid out for Shoes.)



(Madam, I die witbout your Grace.)
(Item, for half a Yard of Lace.)
Who, that had Wit would place it here,
For ev'ry peeping Fop to jeer?
In Pow'r of Spittle, and a Clout,
Whene'er he please, to blot it out ;
And then to heighten the Disgrace,
Clạp his own Nonsense in the Place,
Whoe'er expects to hold his Part
In such a Book, and such a Heart;
If he be wealthy, and a Fool,
Is in all Points the fitreft Tool;
Of whom it may be justly faid,
He's a Gold Pencil tip'd with Lead.







Out of Pliny's Nat. Hift. lib. 10. C. 67. & lib. 29. C.4.

Written in the YEAR 1706.


S Mastiff Dogs in modern Phrase are

Calld Pompey, Scipio, and Cæfar;
As Pies and Daws are often styld
With Christian Nick-names, like a Child;
As we say Monsieur to an Ape,
Without Offence to human Shape :
So Men have


from Bird and Brute
Names that will beft their Natures suit.
The Lion, Eagle, Fox and Boar
Were Hero's Titles heretofore,
Bestow'd as Hi'roglyficks fit
To shew their Valour, Strength or Wit.


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