VIRTUE, to crown her Fav'rites, loves to try
Some new unbeaten Paffage to the Sky;
Where Jove a Seat among the Gods will give
To those who die, for meriting to live.

NEXT, faithful Silence hath a fure Reward: Within our Breaft be ev'ry Secret barr'd: He who betrays his Friend, fhall never be Under one Roof, or in one Ship with me. For, who with Traytors would his Safety trust, Left with the Wicked, Heaven involve the Juft? And, though the Villain 'fcape a while, he feels Slow Vengeance, like a Blood-hound at his Heels,

A quiet Life, and a good Name. To a Friend, who married a Shrew.

Written about the YEAR 1724

ELL fcolded in fo loud a Din,

NEL

That Will durft hardly venture in :

He mark't the Conjugal Difpute;

Nell roar'd inceffant, Dick fat mute:

But

But, when he saw his Friend appear,
Cry'd bravely, Patience, good my Dear.
At Sight of Will the bawl'd no more,
But hurry'd out, and clap't the Door.

WHY Dick! the Devil's in thy Nell,
Quoth Will; thy House is worse than Hell:
Why, what a Peal the Jade has rung!
Damn her, why don't you flit her Tongue?
For nothing else will make it cease:
Dear Will, I fuffer this for Peace;

I never quarrel with my Wife:
I bear it for a quiet Life.

Scripture you know exhorts us to it;
Bids us to feek Peace and enfue it.

WILL went again to vifit Dick;

And ent'ring in the very Nick,

He faw Virago Nell belabor,

With Dick's own Staff, his peaceful Neighbour.

Poor Will who needs must interpofe,

Receiv'd a Brace or two of Blows.

BUT

BUT now, to make my Story short;

Will drew out Dick to take a Quart.
Why Dick, thy Wife has dev'lish Whims;
Öd's-buds, why don't you break her Limbs?
If the were mine, and had fuch Tricks,
I'd teach her how to handle Sticks:
Z————————ds, I would ship her to Jamaica,
And truck the Carrion for Tobacco;
I'd fend her far enough away

Dear Will; but, what would People say?
Lord! I fhould get fo ill a Name,

The Neighbours round would cry out Shame.

DICK fuffer'd for his Peace and Credit;
But, who believ'd him when he said it?
Can he who makes himself a Slave,
Confult his Peace, or Credit fave?
Dick found it by his ill Success,
His Quiet fmall, his Credit lefs.
She ferv'd him at the ufu'l Rate;

She ftun'd, and then the broke his Pate.
And, what he thought the hardest Cafe,
The Parish jear'd him to his Face;

Thofe

Those Men who wore the Breeches least,
Call'd him a Cuckold, Fool, and Beaft.

At home, he was purfu'd with Noise;
Abroad, was pefter'd by the Boys.
Within, his Wife would break his Bones,
Without, they pelted him with Stones :
The Prentices procur'd a Riding,

To act bis Patience and her Chiding.

FALSE Patience, and mistaken Pride! There are ten Thousand Dicks befide; Slaves to their Quiet and good Name, Are us'd like Dick, and bear the Blame.

To the Earl of P-bw.

Mor

Written in the Year 1726.

RDANTO fills the Trump of Fame, The Chriftian World his Deeds proclaim,

And Prints are crowded with his Name

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IN Journeys he out-rides the Post, Sits up till Midnight with his Hoft, Talks Politicks, and gives the Toaft.

KNOWS ev'ry Prince in Europe's Face, Flies like a Squib from Place to Place, And travels not, but runs a Race.

FROM Paris Gazette A-la-main, This Day arriv'd without his Train, Mordanto in a Week from Spain.

A MESSENGER comes all a-reek, Mordanto at Madrid to feek:

He left the Town above a Week.

NEXT Day the Poft-boy winds his Horn, And rides through Dover in the Morn: Mordanto's landed from Leghorn.

MORDANTO gallops on alone,

The Roads are with his Foll'wers ftrown,
This breaks a Girth, and that a Bone.

His Body active as his Mind,
Returning found in Limb and Wind,

Except fome Leather loft behind.

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