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Till me that Tyrant Man espy'd,

And dragg'd me from my Mother's Side:
No Wonder now I look fo thin;

The Tyrant ftript me to the Skin:

My Skin he flay'd, my Hair he cropt;
At Head and Foot my Body lopt:

And then, with Heart more hard than Stone,
He pickt my Marrow from the Bone.

To vex me more he took a Freak,

To flit my Tongue, and make me speak:
But, that which wonderful appears,
I speak to Eyes and not to Ears.
He oft employs me in Disguise,
And makes me tell a thousand Lyes:
To me he chiefly gives in Truft
To please his Malice, or his Luft.
From me no Secret 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 best 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

Can grant ten thousand Pounds a Year,
And make a Beggar's Brat a Peer.

BUT, while I thus my 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 unpity'd and forgot;
And on fome Dunghill left to rot.

ANOTHER.

LL-ruling Tyrant of the Earth,
To vileft Slaves I owe my Birth.
How is the greatest Monarch blest,
When in my gaudy Liv'ry drest!
No haughty Nymph has Pow'r to run
From me; or my Embraces fhun.

Stabb'd to the Heart, condemn'd to Flame,
My Conftancy is ftill the fame.

The fav'rite Meffenger of Jove,

*

And Lemnian God confulting ftrove,
To make me glorious to the Sight
Of Mortals, and the Gods Delight.

*VULCAN.

Soon

Soon would their Altars Flame expire,
If I refus'd to lend them Fire.

ANOTHER.

Y Fate exalted high in Place;

B Lo, here I ftand with double Face;

Superior none on Earth I find;
But fee 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 confult 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 fome give out, that I entice
To Luft, and Luxury, and Dice;
Who Punishments on me inflict,
Because they find their Pockets pickt.

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B

ANOTHER.

ECAUSE I am by Nature blind,
I wifely chufe to walk behind;

However, to avoid Disgrace,

I let no Creature fee my Face.

My Words are few, but fpoke with Senfe:
And yet my speaking gives Offence:
Or, if to whisper I prefume,
The Company will fly the Room,
By all the World I am oppreft,
And my Oppreffion gives them Reft.

THROUGH me, though fore against my Will Inftructors ev'ry Art inftill,

By Thousands I am fold and bought,
Who neither get, nor lose a Groat;
For none, alas, by me can gain,
But those who give me greatest Pain.
Shall Man prefume to be my Master,
Who's but my Caterer and Tafter?
Yet, though I always have my Will
I'm but a meer Depender still:
An humble Hanger-on at best;
Of whom all People make a Jest.

IN

IN me, Detractors feek to find
Two Vices of a diff'rent Kind:
I'm too profufe fome 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 Cafe
They dare not charge me to my Face.
'Tis true, indeed, fometimes I fave,
Sometimes run out of all I have;
But when the Year is at an End,
Computing what I get and spend,
My Goings out, and Comings in,
I cannot find I lofe, or win,
And therefore, all that know me, fay,
I juftly keep the middle Way.
I'm always by my Betters led;
I laft get up, am first a-bed.
Though, if I rife before my Time,
The Learn'd in Sciences fublime,
Confult the Stars, and thence foretell

Good Luck to thofe, with whom I dwell;

ANOTHER.

HE Joy of Man, the Pride of Brutes,
Domestick Subject for Disputes,

TH

Of Plenty, thou the Emblem fair,

Adorn'd by Nymphs with all their Care:

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