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'Tis by such endearments affection is shewn,
In silence more nobly express'd, Than all the cant phrase, the Bon Ton of the town,
Where Love is a Monmouth-street guest. Go on ye high births, and pretend to despise Those scenes which to
are unknown; But laugh not too long, rather aim to be wise,
And compare such a life with your own. Vain jesters be mute, I'll a Sentiment give,
A Toast which esteem will not scorn; May they who can taste them, Love's kisses receive,
And Tenderness meet a return.
; Pray lend an ear, and you shall hear,
And then I need not bawl so.
The ancient Bard in rhyme sings ;
We should so, did we time things.
We helter skelter go forth;
Good lack-a-day, and so forth.
They can afford to father 'em,
We're guilty, omnium gatherum.
Fox-hunting, boldly Bucks embrace,
But Sportsmen of discernment,
Or hunt at home Preferment.
When Patriots cast-about, Sir,
And so the Field's flung out, Sir.
In such place-tempting Times as these,
Upright be our intentions ;
And him who first paid Pensions.
Nor their illustrious Givers,
Who shou'd be the Receivers.
Dear Englishmen and Country-folks,
Don't give yourselves uneasʼness, Nor mind the flouts, the shouts, the jokes,
But only mind your bus'ness. Wou'd one mind one, the Kingdom thro',
And work within his station, At home he'll find enough to do,
And not undo the Nation.
So to conclude, and make an end,
Of this nice-diction’d ditty, Indeed 'tis Time, the Times shou'd mend,
In Country, Court, and City. For our good Queen our song we'll sing,
May she ne'er wake nor sleep ill; And next, my lads,—God bless the King,
And all his faithful people.
There's nothing so pleasant as playing the Fool; In town we may practice, as well as at school,
Which nobody can deny. The World turns about, the same things o'er and
o'er; We fool it; our forefathers fool'd it before: They did what we do, which our sons will encore. Life's but a half-holiday, lent us to stare ; We wander, and wonder, in Vanity's fair ; All baby-like bawling for each bauble there. If Denial shou'd foHow a Lover's request, Like a tooth-cutting child he's a troublesome guest, Till the chit by his deary is hush'd to her breast. When Discontents dare against Court-service riot, The Minister, nurse-like, prepares proper diet; They've Pensions for Pap, then the urchins are quiet. We, Children-like, covet the glitter of gay things, Make racquet for ribbonds, and such sort of play
things Which we cannot have tho'-without we can say
But before we can say, we shou'd see how things go,
We take, or are all in our turns taken in;
right 'em ? 'Tis Taste to hear good things, 'tis taste to slight 'em : It was, is, and will be so, ad Infinitum,
Which nobody can deny.
THE RAREE SHEW.
HE Town's a Raree-Shew some say,
A rare Shew for projectors :
For want of better Actors.
'Tis so upon all stages;
But only mind the Wages. Among the imitative arts,
Chief is an Actor's science : Expressive Heads, and feeling Hearts,
With Nature form alliance.
Caprice and Adulation,
Shou'd represent the Nation.
A Representative indeed
As Players make believe, Sir,
'Tis as you can deceive, Sir.
Before you come to know folks ; But thee the Counterfeits confess,
They're all—but only Shew-Folks.
Most aim great Characters to hit,
Pride spouts as Public Spirit, Pert Dullness is mistook for Wit,
And Silence want of Merit. Some study the Informer's arts,
Then Power their side espouses ; Some play the Pimps, and Flatterers parts,
In hopes to have full houses.
We title this same Droll we shew,
The Humours of the NationExtremely high, extremely low,
Endemic Dissipation. The World !- What by that word we mean,
Is self and self's disguises ; A busy, lazy, Lottery Scene,
Where Folly fills up Prizes.
Whate'er we think, whate'er we say,
Whate'er we are pursuing,
Of doing and undoing.
'Till dust to dust returning: So let us sprinkle well our spots,
And drink from Night to Morning.