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A great Bottle of Wine, long buried,
being that Day dug up.
Written about the Year 1722.
Esol v'd my annual Verse to pay,
By Duty bound, on Stella's Day;
my Wit and Fancy fled:
FORSAKEN by th' inspiring Nine,
APOLLO, having thought a little, Return'd this Answer to a Tittle.
Though you should live like old Methusalem; I furnish Hints, and you should use all 'em; You yearly fing as the grows old, You'd leave her Virtues half untold: But to say Truth, such Dulness reigns Through the whole Set of frib Deans; I'm daily stunn'd with such a Medley, Dean W-d, Dean D
1, and Dean Smedly; Thar, let what Dean:soever come,
ş!r2 My Orders are, I'm not at Home; And if your Voice had not been loud,
- NA You must have pass’d among the Crowd.
But now, your Danger to prevent,
* The Butler
A Spade let prudent S Archy hold,
BEHOLD the BOTTLE, where it lies
You'll find it soon if Fáte consents
From thence a plenteous Draught infuse, And boldly then invoke the Muse:
† A Lady; Friend to Stellas
(But first let * Robert, on his Knees, With Caution drain it from the Lees) The Mufe will at your
appear, With Stella's Praise to crowh the Year:
| The Valet.
M ÄR Ý the Cook-Maid's L E T T E R
то, Doctor SHERIDAN
LL; if ever I saw such another Man
fince my Mother bound my Head, You a Gentleman! marry come up, I wondet where you were bred?
sure such Words does not become a Man of your Cloth, I would not give such Language to a Dog, faith