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HERE lies a round woman, who thoug Ev'ry word she e'er heard in this church To convince her of God the good dean d But still in her heart she held Nature mo Tho' he talk’d much of virtue, her head Upon something or other she found bet For the dame, by her skill in affairs ast Imagin'd, to live in the clouds was but In this world she despis'd ev'ry soul she And now she's in tother, she thinks it

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WELL then, poor G lies underg
So there's an end of honest Jack.

So little justice here he found,
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back

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WHAT'S fame with men, by custom of the nation,
Is call'd, in women, only reputation:
About them both why keep we such a pother?
Part you with one, and I’ll renounce the other.


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SEE who ne'er was or will be half rea Who first sung Arthur *, then sung A Prais'd great Elizat in God's anger, Till all true Englishmen cried, Hang Made William's virtues wipe the bare And hanged up Marlborough in arras Then, hiss'd from earth, grew heaven. Made every reader curse the light |; Maul’d human wit, in one thick satire Next in three books sent Human Natu Undid Creation ft at a jerk; And of Redemption fi made damn'd w Then took his Muse, at once, and dip Full in the middle of the Scripture: What wonders there the man grown ol Sternhold himself he out-Sternholded;

• Two heroick poems in folio, twenty books
+ An heroick poem, in twelve books.
1. An heroick poem in folio, ten books.
* Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry wi
| Hymn to the Light.

$ Satire against Wit.
** Of the Nature of Man.
++ Creation, a poem, in seven books.
it The Redeemer, another heroick poem, in

Vol. XVII. H H

Made David" seem so mad and freakish,
All thought him just what thought king Achish,
No mortal read his Solomont,
But judg’d R'oboam his own son.
Moses the serv'd as Moses Pharaoh,
And Deborah as she Siserah;
Made Jeremy full sore to cry,
And Job himself curse God and die.

What punishment all this must follow :
Shall Arthur use him like king Tollo?
Shall David as Uriah slay him
Or dext'rous Deb'rah Siserah him
Or shall Eliza lay a plot
To treat him like her sister Scot?
Shall William dub his better end $ 2
Or Marlb'rough serve him like a friend?
No, none of these—Heaven spare his life!
But send him, honest Job, thy wife.

* Translation of all the Psalms. + Canticles and Ecclesiastes. t Paraphrase of the Canticles of Moses and Deborah, &c. * The Lamentations. | The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio. § Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the shoulder.


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TO thee, sweet Fop, these lines I send,
Who, though no spaniel, am a friend.
Though once my tail, in wanton play
Now frisking this and then that way,
Chanc'd with a touch of just the tip
To hurt your lady-lapdog-ship:
Yet thence to think I'd bite your head o
Sure, Bounce is one you never read of.

Fop ! you can dance, and make a leg
Can fetch and carry, cringe and beg,
And (what's the top of all your tricks)
Can stoop to pick up strings and sticks.
We country dogs love nobler sport,
And scorn the pranks of dogs at court.
Fie, naughty Fop ! where'er you come,
To fart and piss about the room,
To lay your head in ev'ry lap,
And, when they think not of you—snap
The worst that envy or that spite
E’er said of me, is, I can bite;
That idle gipsies, rogues in rags,
Who poke at me, can make no brags;
And that, to touse such things as flutter,
To honest Bounce is bread and butter.

While you and ev'ry courtly fop, Fawn on the devil for a chop,

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