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What rob your Boys ? those pretty rogues !
“ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs.
Thus Fools with Compliments besiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige yeni
Scatter your Favours on a Fop,

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Ingratitude's the certain crop ; . :
And ’tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore,
You give the things you never care for..
A wise man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good;
But makes a diff'rence in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A fafe Companion, and a free;
But if you'd have me always near
A word, pray,

, your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Resolution
To give me back my Constitution !
The sprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th' engaging Smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,
And kept you up so oft till one:
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais'd my Strain.

A Weasel once made shift to slink
In at a Corn-loft thro' a Chink;

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Notes.

Ver. 50. As when Belinda] A compliment he pays himself and the public on his Rape of the Look.

Cui mustela procul, și vis, ait, effugere iftinc;
Macra cavun repetes arctum, quem macra subifti.
Haec ego fi compellor imagine, cuncta resigno;
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudafti: Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius absens:
Inspice, fi poffum donata reponere laetus.

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But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as

he
got

in : Which one belonging to the House

55 ('Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse) Observing, cry'd, “ You scape not for:) )

!! “ Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."

Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no such Beast, nor his Relation ;
Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with Ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make me none of mine.
South-sea Subscriptions take who please,

65 Leave me but Liberty and Ease. 'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child, Who prais'd my Modesty, and smild. Give me, I cry’d, (enough for me) My Bread, and Independency !

70 So bought an Annual Rent or two, And liv'd - just as you see I do; Near fifty, and without a Wife, I trust that finking Fund, my Life. Çan I retrench? Yes, mighty well,

Book I. Parvum parva decent. mihi jam non regia Roma, Sed vacuum Tibur placet, aut imbelle Tarentum.

Strenuus et fortis, causisque Philippus agendis Clarus, etc.

A little House, with Trees a-row,
And, like its Master, very low.
There dy'd my Father, no man's Debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.

To set this matter full before ye,
Our old Friend Swift will tell his Story.

Harley, the Nation's great Support,”-
But you may read it, I stop short.

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