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No Meteor, no Eclipse appear'd ?
No Comet with a flaming Beard ?
The Sun hath rose, and gone to Bed,
Just as if Partrige were not dead :
Nor hid himself behind the Moon,
To make a dreadful Night at Noon.
He at fit Periods walks through Aries,
Howe'er our earthly Motion varies ;
And twice a Year he'll cut th' Equator,
As if there had been no such Matter.

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SOME Wits have wonder'd what Analogy
There is 'twixt * Cobling and Aftrology:
How Partrige made his Opticks rise
From a Shoe-Sole, to reach the Skies.

A List 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 : Which clearly shews the near Alliance, ”Twixt Cobling and the Planets Science.

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Besides; that Now-pac'd Sign Boöles, As 'cis miscail'd, we know not who 'tis:

But

* PARTrige was a Cobler,

But Partrige ended all Disputes ;
He knew his Trade, and call'd it * Boots.

The borned Moon, which heretofore
Upon their Shoes the Romans wore,
Whose Wideness kept their Toes from Corns,
And whence we claim our Shooing-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 foretel the Weather ;
And what is Parchment else but Leather ?
Which an Astrologer might use,
Either for Almanacks or Sboes.

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Thus Partrige by his Wit and Parts,
At ønce 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 Partrige could as well
Creçp in the Dark from Leathern Cell,
And in his Fancy fy as far,
To peep upon a twinkling Star.

BESIDES,

* See his Almanack.

BESIDES, he could confound the Spheres,
And set the Planets by the Ears :
To shew his Skill, he Mars could join
To Venus in Aspeet Malin ;
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 Soul and Spirit did divide,
And each Part took a different Side;
One rose a Star ; the other fell
Beneath, and mended Shoes in Hell.

Thus Partrigt still shines in each Art,
The Cobling and Star-gazing Part;
And is install'd as good a Star,
As any of the Cesars are.

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TRIUMPHANT Star! fome Pity shew
On Coblers militant below,
Whom roguish Boys in stormy Nights
Torment, by pissing 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.
To thee the Bull will lend his Hide,
By Pbæbus newly tann'd and dry'd.

For

For thee they Argo's Hulk will tax,
And scrape her pitchy Sides for Wax,
Then, Ariadne kindly lends
Her braided Hair, to make thee Ends.
The Point of Sagitarius' Dart
Turns to an Awl, by heavenly Art:
And Vulcan, wheedled by his Wife,
Will forge for thee a Paring-Knife.
For want of Room, by Virgo's Side,
She'll ftrain a Point, and fit * astride,
To take thee kindly in between,
And then the Signs will be Thirteen.

The EPITAP H.

HERE, five Feet deep, lies on bis Back

A Cobler, Star-monger, and Quack ;
Whe, to the Stars in pure Good-Will,
Does to bis best look upward still.
Weep all you Customers, that use
His Pills, bis Almanacks, or Shoes :
And you, that did your Fortunes seek,
Step to bis Grave but once a Week:
This Earth, which bears bis Body's Print,
You'll find bath so mucb Virtue in't,

That

#Tibi brachia contrahet ingens Scorpius, &c.

That I durst pawn my Ears, 'swill tell
Whate'er concerns you, full as well,
In Physick, stolen Goods, or Love ;
As be bimself could, when above.

PHYLLIS; or the PROGRESS

of LOVE

Written in the Year 1707:

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ESPONDING Phyllis was endu'd

With ev'ry Talent of a Prude :
She trembled, when a Man drew near ;
Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear;
If o'er against her you were plac'd,
She durft not look above your Waist:
She'd rather take you to her Bed,
Than let you see her dress her Head :
In Church you hear her, throʻ the Crowd,
Repeat the Abfolution loud
In Church, secure behind her Fan,
She durft behold that Monster, Man:
There practis'd how to place her Head,
And bit her Lips, to make them red;
Or, on the Mat devoutly kneeling,
Wou'd lift her Eyes up to the Cieling,

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