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His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings,
THE PARLIAMENT MAN.
WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE.
TAKEN FROM coke's INSTITUTES.
ERE bribes convince you whom to choose,
Thus the lord Coke hath gravely writ,
Yet in some points my lord is wrong:
SOME Colinaeus + praise, some Bleauf,
* The Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany. t Printers, famous for having published fine editions of the Bible, and of the Greek and Roman classicks.
Others with Aldus *would besot us; I, for my part, admire Lintottus.His character's beyond compare, Like his own person, large and fair. They print their names in letters small, But LINTOT stands in capital: Author and he with equal grace Appear, and stare you in the face. Stephens prints heathen Greek, 'tis said, Which some can't construe, some can't read: But all that comes from Lintot's hand Ev’n Rawlinson might understand. Oft in an Aldus or a Plantin, A page is blotted, or leaf wanting: Of Lintot's books this can't be said, All fair, and not so much as read. Their copy cost 'em not a penny To Homer, Virgil, or to any ; They ne'er gave sixpence for two lines To them, their heirs, or their assigns: But Lintot is at vast expense, And pays prodigious dear for—sense. Their books are useful but to few, A scholar, or a wit or two: Lintot's for gen'ral use are fit; For some folks read, but all folks sh—.
* A famous printer.
TO MR. JOHN MOORE,
HOW muth, egregious MooRE, are we
Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,
Man is a very worm by birth,
A while he crawls upon the earth,
That Woman is a worm, we find,
She first convers'd with her own kind,
The learn'd themselves we bookworms name,
The nymph, whose tail is all on flame,
The fops are painted butterflies,
First from a worm they take their rise,
The flatterer an earwig grows;
Misers are muckworms, silkworms beaus,
Vol. XVII. D D That
That statesmen have the worm, is seen
Their conscience is a worm within,
Ah MooRE! thy skill were well employ'd,
O learned friend of Abchurch lane,
Vain is thy art, thy powder vain,
Our fate thou only canst adjourn
Ev’n Button's + wits to worms shall turn,
occasios ED BY AN &c. At THE END OF MR. D'URFy's NAME, IN THE TITLE TO ONE OF HIS PLAYS f.
JOVE call'd before him t'other day
* Button's coffeehouse, in Covent garden, frequented by the wits of that time. + This accident happened by Mr. D'Urfy's having made a sourish there, which the printer mistock for an &c.