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While you, and ev'ry courtly fop,
Fawn on the devil for a chop,
I've the humanity to hate
A butcher, tho' he brings me meat ;
And, let me tell you, have a nose,
(Whatever stinking fops fuppofe),
That, under cloth of gold or tissue,
Can smell a plaifter, or an iffue.

Your pilf’ring lord with simple pride
May wear a pick-lock at his fide ;
My master wants no key of state,
For Bounce can keep his house and gate.

When all such dogs have had their days,
As knavilh Pams, and fawning Trays;
When pamper'd Cupids, beastly Venis,
And motly, squinting Harlequinis *,
Shall lick no more their ladies br.
But die of lootenefs, claps, or itch ;
Fair Thames from either echoing shore
Shall hear and dread my manly roar.

See Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd
With thund'ring offspring all around ;
Beneath, beside me, and at top,
A bundred sons, and not one fop!


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Not one true Bounce will be a thief;
Not one without permiffion feed,
(Tho' fome of

Jn's hungry breed):
But whatsoe'er the father's race,
From me they fuck a little

grace :
While your fine whelps learn all to steal,
Bred up by hand on chick and veal.


Alii legunt Harvequinis.

My eldest born resides not far,
Where shines great Strafford's glitt'ring ftár:
My second child of fortune !) waits
At Burlington's Palladian gates :
A third majestically stalks
(Happieft of dogs !) in Cobham's walks:
One ushers friends to Bathurst's door ;
One fawns at Oxford's on the




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That two my

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AND O! would fate the bliss decree
To mine (a bliss too great for me.!)

tallest sons might grace,
Attending each with stately pace,
Jülus' fide, as erst Evander's t,
To keep off Aatt'rers, spies, and panders,
To let no noble flave come near,
And scarce Lord Fannys from his ear :
Then might a royal youth, and true,
Enjoy at least a friend

or two ;
A treasure which of royal kind
Few but himself deferve to find.

Then Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave) Shail wag

her tail within the grave.



* On the Counters of BURLINGTON

cutting PAPER. PALLAS grew vap'rish once and odd ;

She would not do the least right thing, Either for goddess or for god,

Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing.


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Jove frown'd, and " Use" (he cry'd) “ those eyes

“ So skilful, and those hands fo taper ; " Do something exquisite and wise".

She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper. This vexing him who gave her birth,

Thought by all heav'n a burning shame, What does she next, but bids on earth

Her Burlington do just the fame?


Pallas, you give yourself strange airs ;

But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of one that bears

The name of Savile and of Boyle.


Alas! one bad example shown,

How quickly all the sex pursue !
See, Madam ! see, the arts o'erthrown

Between John Overton and you.

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* On a certain LADY at court.

Know the thing that's most uncommon,

(Envy, be filent, and attend!) I know a reasonable woman,

Handsome and witty, yet a friend,


Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour!

Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly; An equal mixture of good humour,

And fenfible soft melancholy.
* Has she no faults then," (Envy fays) " Sir !"

Yes, she has one, I must aver :
When all the world conspires to praise her,

The woman's deaf, and does not hear.



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