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But for the Politicks of S Plle, Thinks every Syllable is true. And since he owns the King of Sweden Is dead at last; without evading; Now all his Hopes are in the Czar; “ Why, Muscovy is not so far; "Down the Black-Sea, and up the Streights, « And in a Month he's at your Gates :
Perhaps from what the Packet brings
Why should I tell of Ponds and Drains, What Carps we met with for our Pains; Of Sparrows tam'd, and Nurs innumerable, To choak the Girls, and to consuine a Rabble ? But you, who are a Scholar, know How transient all Things are below; How prone to change is human Life ; Last Night arriv'd † Clem and his Wife This grand Event hath broke our Measures; Their Reign began with cruel Seizures : The Dean must with his Quilt supply The Bed in which thefe Tyränts lie : N 2
| A Tory Nesus-Writer,
Ur. Clement Barry.
Nim lost his Wig-Block, Dan his Jordan;
APOLLO to the DEAN.
Written in the Year 1720.
Ight Trusty, and so forth, -We let you to
got, you so carefully hide it,'.
To me the good Fellows apply for Relief, Without whom they could get neither Claret, nor
Beef; Yet their Wine and their Vietuals these Curmud
geon Lubbards, Lock
my Sight, in Cellars and Cupboards.
Wit, These Gentlemen ufe me with Kindness and
aş for their Works, when I please I may read 'em : They lie open on purpose on Counters and Stalls, And the Titles I view, when I shine on the Walls. But a Comrade of yours, that Traitor Delany, Whom I, for your Sake, love better than any, And of my mere Motion and Special good Grace, Intended in Time to succeed in your Place;
On Tuesday the Tenth feditionsly came,
day, But her graceful black Locks were mingled with
grey. And by the Description I certainly know, 'Tis the Nymph chat I courted some ten Years ago; Who, when I with the best of my Talents endu'd On her Promise of yielding; she acted the Prude. That some Verses were writ with felonious Intent, Direct to the North, where I never went; That the Letters appear'd reverse thro' the Pane, But in Stella's bright Eyes they were plac'd right again;
Wherein the distinctly could read e’ry Line,
read. He knows very well, I ne'er gave a Refusal, When he ask'd for my Aid in the Forms that are
usual : But the Secret is this. I did lately intend To write a few Verses on you, as my Friend: