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“ Lewis; the Dean will be of Use,
66 Let my
" Good Mr. Dean, go change your Gown;
Lord know, you're come to Town:
35 Tells me, I have more Zeal than Wit.
17. Sive aquilo radit terras, seu bruma nivalem Interiore diem gyro trahit, ire necesse est.
35. Quid vis, insane, & quas res agis ? improbus urget, Iratis precibus, tu pulses omne quod obftat, Ad Mecænatem memori si mente recurras. Hoc juvat, & melli eft, non mentiar.
“ So eager to express your Love,
I Get a Whisper, and withdraw; When twenty Fools, I never saw, Come with Petitions fairly penn'd, Desiring I would stand their friend.
This, humbly offers me his Case :
50 • To morrow my Appeal comes on, « Without your Help the Cause is gone The Duke expects my Lord and you, About some great Affair, at Two 6. Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind
55 “ To get my Warrant quickly sign’d. “ Consider, 'tis my first Request,Be satisfy'd, I'll do
beit: Then presently he falls to teaze : * You may for certain, if
60 66 I doubt
-Aliena negotia centum Per caput & circa faliunt latus.
60.--Si vis, potes, addit & inftai.
“ I doubt not, if your Lordfhip knew
'Tis (let me fee) three Years and more, (October next, it will be four) Since HARLEY bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble Friend : Would take me in his Coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As“ What's a Clock ?" And, “How's the Wind? 66 Who's Chariot's that we left behind ?
70 Or gravely try to read the Lines Writ underneath the Country Signs : Or, “ Have you nothing new To-day, “ From Pope, from Parnel, or from Gay? Such Tattle often entertains
75 My Lord and me as far as Stains : As once a Week we travel down To Windsor, and again to Town; Where all that paffes, inter nos, Might be proclaim'd at Cbaring-Cross.
Yet, fome I know with Envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well:
63. Septimus octayo proprior jam fugerit annus, Ex
quo Mecænas me cæpit habere fuorum In numero ; duntaxat ad hoc, quem tollere rhedâ
Vellet iter faciens, & crui concedere nugas. 81.- Subjector in diem & horam,
“ How think you of our Friend the Dean? " I wonder, what some people mean;
My Lord and He are grown fo great, “ Always together, teté, a feté: "! What? They admire him for his Jokes " See but the Fortune of some Folks!
THERE flies about a strange Report Of some Express, arriv'd at Court; I'm stopt by all the Fools I meet, And catechiz'd in ev'ry Street, “ You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great : “ Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? “ Or, do the Prints and Papers lye ? Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. « Ah Doctor, how you love to jest? “ 'Tis now no Secret-I protest 'Tis one to me. Then, tell us, pray " When are the Troops to have their Pay? And, tho' I folemnly declare, I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown The closest Mortal ever known.
Thus in Sea of Folly toft,
89. Frigidus à Roftris manat per compita rumor; Quicunque obvius eft, me consulit.
101. Jurantem me fcire nihil, mirantur, ut unum Scilicet egregii, mortalem, altique filenti.
Yet alway wishing to retreat:
108. O Rus, quando ego te afpiciam, quandoque licebit, Nunc veterum libris, nunc fomno, & inertibus horis, Ducere sollicitæ jucunda oblivia vitæ ?
An EL EGY on
on the supposed Death of PARTRIGE the Almanackmaker.
Written in the Year 1708.
ELL; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest,
Tho we all took it for a Jest: