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First, take a man that's free from gall;
For elephants have none at all :
In flocks or parties he must keep;
For elephants live just like sheep:
Stubborn in honour he must be;
For elephants ne'er bend the knee :
Laft, let his memory be found,
In which your elephant's profound ;
That old examples from the wise
May prompt him in his No's and Ay's,
Thus the Lord Coke hath gravely writ,
In all the form of lawyer's wit;
And then with Latin, and all that,
Shews the comparison is pat.
Yer in some points my Lord is wrong:
One's teeth are fold, and t'other's tongue :
Now men of parliament, God knows,
Are more like elephants of fhows,
Whose docile memory and fenfe
Are turn'd to trick, to gather pence.
To get their masters half a crown,
They spread their flag, or lay it down;
Those who bore bulwarks on their backs,
And guarded nations from attacks,
Now practise ev'ry pliant gesture,
Op’ning their trunk for ev'ry tester.
Siam, for elephants fo fam'd,
Is not with England to be nam'd :
Their elephants by men are fold:
Ours fell themselves, and take the gold.
An ELEGY on the supposed death of PAR•
TRIDGE, the almanack-maker *.
ELL; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest,
Tho' we all took it for a jest;
Partridge is dead ; nay more, he dy'd,
Ere he could prove the good 'Squire ly’d.
Strange, an astrologer should die
Without one wonder in the ky!
Not one of all his
pay their duty at his herfe!
No meteor, no eclipse appear'd!
No comet with a flaming beard!
The sun has rofe, and gone to bed,
Jaft as if Partridge were not dead;
Nor hid himself behind the moon,
To make a dreadful night at noon.
He at fit periods walks thro’ Aries,
Howe'er our earthly motion varies ;
And twice a year he'll eat th' equator,
As if there had been no such matter.
Some wits have wonder'd what analogy
There is 'twixt cobling * and astrology ;
How Partridge made his optics rife
From a hoe-fole to reach the skies.
A lift the cobler's temples ties,
To keep the hair out of his eyes;
From whence 'tis plain, the diadem
That Princes wear derives from them :
And therefore crowns are now-a-days
Adorn'd with golden stars and rays ;
See an account of his death, which Partridge ayerred to be false, and Bickerstaff defended as true, vol. ii.
† Partridge was a cobler,
Which plainly shews the near alliance
'Twixt cobling and the planets science.
Besides, that slow pac'd sign Bootes,
As 'tis miscallid, we know not who 'tis :
But Partridge ended all disputes;
He knew his trade, and call'd it * boots.
The horned moon which heretofore
Upon their shoes the Romans wore,
Whose wideness kept their toes from corns,
And whence we claim our shoeing horns,
Shews how the art of cobling bears
A near resemblance to the spheres.
A scrap of parchment hung by geometry
(A great refinement in barometry)
Can, like the stars, foretell the weather ;
And what is parchment else but leather?
Which an astrologer might use
Eeither for almanacks or poes.
Thus Partridge by his wit and parts,
At once did practise both these arts :
And as the boading owl (or rather
The bat, because her wings are leather)
Steals from her private cell by night,
And Aies about the candle-light;
So learned Partridge could as well
Creep in the dark from leathern cell,
And in his fancy fly as far,
To peep upon a twinkling star.
BESIDES, he could confound the spheres,
And set the planets by the ears ;
To Thew his skill, he Mars could join
To Venus in alpeEt malign ;
Then call in Mercury for aid,
And cure the wounds that Venus made.
· Great scholars have in Lucian read,
When Philip King of Greece was dead,
His foul and spirit did divide,
And each part took a diff'rent side:
One rose a star; the other fell
Beneath, and mended shoes in hell.
Thus Partridge ftill shines in each art,
The cobling and far-gazing part,
70 And is install’d as good a star As any
of the Cæsars are.
Triumphant ftar! fome pity show
On coblers militant below,
Whom roguith boys in stormy nights
Torment by pilling out their lights,
Or thro' a chink convey their smoke
Inclos'd artificers to choke.
Thou, high exalted in thy sphere, May'st follow still thy calling there :
80 To thee the Bull will lend his hide, By Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd : For thee thy Argo's hulk will tax, And scrape her pitchy Ides for wax : Then Ariadne kindly lends Her braided hair to make thee ends : The point of Sagittarius' dart Turns to an awl by heav'nly art ; And Vulcan, wheedled by his wife, Will forge for thee a paring knife.
90 For want of room by Virgo’s fide, She'll strain a point, and fit * aftride, To take thee kindly in between; And then the signs will be thirteen.
-Tibi brachia contrahet ingens
HERE, five foot deep, lies on his back
A cobler, farmonger, and quack ;
Who to the stars in pure good-will
Does to his best look upward ftill.
Weep, all you customers that use
His pills, his almanacks, or shoes :
And you that did your fortunes seek,
Step to his
but once a-week:
This earth, which bears his body's print,
You'll find has so much virtue in't,
That I durft pawn my ears 'twill tell
Whate'er concerns you full as well,
In pbyfic, folen goods, or love,
As he himself could, when above.
VERSEs to be prefixed before BERNARD
Lintot's New Miscellany t.
SOM ME Colinæus I praise, fome Bleau f,
Others account them but fo fo ;
Some Plantin I to the rest prefer,
And some esteem old Elzever I;
Others with Aldus I would besot us ;
I, for my part, admire Lintottus
His character's beyond comparé,
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 ftare you in the face.
+ The Oxford and Cambridge miscellany, 8vo.
# Printers famous for having published fine editions of the Bible, and of the Greck and Roman classics.