KIT, run to your Master, and bid him come to us, you I'm sure he'll be proud of the Honour do us; And, Captain, you'll do us the Favour to stay, Lord! Madam! your Ladyfhip fure is in Jeft; grant You Officers, Captain, are so complaisant. "HIST, Huzzy, I think I hear fome Body coming No, Madam; 'tis only Sir Arthur a humming. To shorten my Tale, (for I hate a long Story,) The Captain at Dinner appears in his Glory; The Dean and the Doctor have humbled their Pride, For the Captain's entreated to fit by your Side; And, because he's their Betters, you carve for him first, The Parfons, for Envy, are ready to burst: To keep off their Eyes, as they wait at the Table; Dear *Doctor JENNY, a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood. Dear Madam, be fure he's a fine spoken Man, ran; “And, Madam, says he, if such Dinners you give, "You'll never want Parfons as long as you live; "I ne'er knew a Parfon without a good Nose, "But the Devil's as welcome wherever he goes: "Gdme, they bid us reform and repent, "But, Z-s, by their Looks, they never keep Lent: "Mifter Curate, for all your grave Looks, I'm afraid, "You caft a Sheep's Eye on her Ladyfhip's Maid; "I I wifh fhe wou'd lend you her pretty white Hand, "In mending your Caffock, and smoothing your Band: (For the Dean was fo fhabby, and look'd like a Ninny, That the Captain fuppos'd he was Curate to Jenny.) "Whenever you fee a Caffock and Gown, "A Hundred to One, but it covers a Clown; "Observe how a Parfon comes into a Room, "G-d-me, he hobbles as bad as my Groom; "A Scholard, when just from his College broke looie, "Can hardly tell how to cry Bo to a Goose; "Your Noveds, and Blutracks, and Omurs and Stuff, By G they don't fignify this Pinch of "By Snuff. VOL. II. T Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers " To "To give a young Gentleman 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 theSchool; "I never cou'd take to my Book for the Blood o'me, "And the Puppy confefs'd, he expected no Good 'me: "He caught me one Morning coquetting his Wife, But he maul'd me, I ne'er was fo maul'd in my Life: "So, I took to the Road, and what's very odd, But, the Sight of a Book makes me fick to this NEVER fince I was born did I hear fo much And, Madam, I laugh'd till I thought I shou'd fplit. So, then you look'd fcornful, and fnift at the Dean, THUS, merciless Hannah, ran on in her Talk, Till fhe heard the Dean call, Will your Ladyship walk? *Nick-Names for my Lady, Her Her Ladyship answers, I'm just coming down; ye; Give me but a Barrack, a Fig for the Clergy. A Libel on the Reverend Dr. Delany, and his Excellency JOHN Lord CARTERET. To Dr. DELANY, occafioned by his Epistle to his Excellency JOHN Lord CARTERET. D Written in the Year 1729. ELUDED Mortals, whom the Great Who, at their Dinners, en famille, T 2 Swear, Swear, he's a moft facetious Man, SUPPOSE my Lord and FOR, as their Appetites to quench, THUS, Congreve spent, in writing Plays, While * Mountague, who claim'd the Station *Lord HALLIFAX. For |