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To act his patience, and her chiding..
False patience and mistaken pride!

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There are ten thousand Dicks befide;
Slaves to their quiet and good name
Are us'd like Dick, and bear the blame.

(Some ingenious gentlemen, friends to the authof, used to en tertain themselves with writing riddles, and sending them him and their other acquaintance : copies of which ran about, and Some of them were printed both in England and Ireland. The author at his leisure-hours fell into the fame amusement; altho' it be said, that he thought them of na great merit, entertainment, or use. However, by the advice of fome persons, for whom the author had a great esteem, and who were plealed to fend the copies, the few following have been published, (which are allowed to be genuine); because we are informed that fe« Yeral good judges have a taste for such kind of compositions.]

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N youth exalted high in air,

Or bathing in the waters fair,
Nature to form me took delight, 29.5.
And clad my body all in white :

999 Lei My person tall and flender waist,

5 On either side with fringes grac'd stitp?..

un voisi Till me that tyrant man efpy'd, And dragg'd me from my mother's fide! No wonder now I look so thin;

unii 3 t/whit The tyrant stripp'd me to the skin ;

10. My skin he flay'd, my hair he cropt;

PATO L'1951 'no At head and foot my body lopt :

BOX + A riding, a humorous cavalcade ftill practifed in some parts of England, to ridicaie a scolding wife and henpecked. bulband. A woman bestrides the horse, and with a ladle chastifes a: man, who sits on a pillion behind her, with his face to the horse's tail. Hawkes,

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And then, with heart more hard than itone,
He pick'd my marrow from the bone.
To vex me more, he took a freak
To Nit my tongue, and make me {peak :
But that which wonderful appears,
I speak to eyes, and not to ears.
He oft employs me in disguife,
And makes me tell a thousand lies:
To me he chiefly gives in trust
To please his malice, or his laft.
From me no fecret he can hide :
I see his vanity and pride :
And my delight is to expose
His follies to his greatest foes.

All languages I can command,
Yet not a word I understand.
Without my aid the beft divine
In learning would not know a line :
The lawyer muft forget his pleading ;
The scholar could not fhew his reading.

Nay, man my mafter is my slave :
I give command to kill or fave,
Can grant ten thousand pounds a-year,
And make a beggar's brat a peer.

But while I thus life relate,
I only haften on my fate.
My tongue is black, my mouth is furr'd,
I hardly now can force a word.
I die unpitied and forgot,
And on fome dunghill left to rot.

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ALL-ruling tyrant of the earth,

To vileft slaves I owe my birth.

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How is the greateft monarch blefs’d,
When in my gaudy liv'ry dressid !
No haughty nymph has pow'r to run
From me, or my embraces shun.
Stabb’d to the heart, condemn'd to flame,
My constancy is still the fame.
The fav'rite messenger of Jove't,
And Lemnian god consulting itrove
To make me glorious to the light
Of mortals, and the gods delight.
Soon would their altars Aame expire,
If I refus'd to lend them fire.

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Y fate exalted bigb in place,

Lo, here I stand with double face;
Superior none on earth I find;
But see below me all mankind.
Yet, as it oft attends the great,
I almost fink with my own weight.
At every motion undertook,
The vulgar all consult my look.
I fometimes give advice in writing,
But never of my own inditing.

I am a courtier in my way,
For those who rais'd me, I betray;
And some give out that I ęptice
To last, and luxury, and dice ;
Who punishments on me inflict,
Because they find their pockets pick’d.
By riding poft I lose

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And only to get others wealth.
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* Vulcan.

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IV.
BEcause I am by nature blind,

I wisely chuse to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace
I let no creature see my face.
My words are few, but spoke with sense :
And yet my speaking gives offence:
Or, if to whisper I presume,
The company will fly the room.
By all the world I am opprest,
And my oppreffion gives them reft.

Thro' me, tho' sore against my will,
Instructors ev'ry art instil.
By thousands I am sold and bought,
Who neither get, nor lose a groat;.
For none, alas, by me cah gain,
But those who give me greatest pain.
Shall man presume to be my master,
Who's but my caterer and tafter ?
Yet tho' I always have my will,
I'm but a mere depender ftill:
An humble hanger-on at best;
Of whom all people make a jeft.

In me detractors seek to find
Two voices of a diff'rent kind :
I'm too profuse, lome cens'rers cry,
And all I get, I let it fly:
While others give me many a curse,
Because too close I hold my purse.
But this I know, in either case
They dare not charge me to my face.
'Tis true indeed, sometimes I fave,
Sometimes run out of all I have;

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But when the year is at an end,
Computing what I get and Spend,
My goings out, and comings in,
I cannot find I lose or win;
And therefore all that know me fay,
I juftly keep the middle-way.
I'm always by my betters led;
I last get up, am first a-bed;
Tho', if I rise before my time,
The learn'd in sciences fublime
Consult the stars, and thence foretel
Good luck to those with whom I dwell.

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THE joy of man, the pride of brutes,

Domestic subject for disputes,
Of plenty thou the emblem fair,
Adorn'd by nymphs with all their care ;
I saw thee rais'd to high renown,
Supporting half the British crown;
And often have I seen thee grace
The chalte Diana's infant face ;
And whenfoe'er you please to shine,
Less useful is her light than thine :
Thy num'rous fingers know their way,
And oft in Celia's tresses play.

To place thee in another view,
I'll shew the world ftrange things and true;
What lords and dames of high degree
May juftly claim their birth from thee.
The foul of man with spleen you vex;
Of spleen you cure the female sex.
Thee for a gift the courtier sends
With pleasure to his special friends :

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