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To fay in this wretched condition.

If my coin will not pass,

I muft die like an ass;

And fo I conclude my petition.

An EPIGRAM on WOOD'S BRASS MONEY.

ART'RET was welcom'd to the shore

CART

First with the brazen cannons roar ;

To meet him next the foldier comes,

With brazen trumps and brazen drums ;
Approaching near the town, he hears
The brazen bell falute his ears:

But when Wood's brass began to found,
Guns, trumpets, drums, and bells were drown'd.

ANOTHER.

On the DE of C- -S.

B- -s was the Dean's familiar friend :

J James grows a Duke, mult

end.

Surely the Dean deferves a fore rebuke,
From knowing James, to fay, he knows a Duke.

An EPIGRAM on SCOLDING.

GREAT folks are of a finer mold;

Lord! how politely they can scold! While a coarse English tongue will itch For whore and rogue, and dog and bitch,

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CATULLUS

CATULLUS de LESBIA..

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LEfbia mi dicit femper male; nec tacet unquam Lefbia me, difpeream, nifi amat...

De me.

Quo figno? quia funt totidem mea: deprecor illam Affiduè; verum, difpeream, nifi amo, ¿

In ENGLISH.

LESBIA for ever on me rails,

To talk of me fhe never fails.
Now hang me, but for all her art,
I find that I have gain'd her heart.
My proof is this; I plainly fee,
The cafe is just the fame with me;
I curfe her ev'ry hour fincerely,
Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly.

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Mr JASON HASSARD, a woollen-drapier in Dublin, put up the fign of the golden fleece, and defired a motto in verse.

ASON, the valiant Prince of Greece,

JASC

From Colchos brought the golden fleece;
We comb the wool, refine the stuff;
For modern Jafons that's enough.
Oh! could we tame your watchful dragon
Old Jafon would have lefs to brag on.

The AUTHOR's manner of living.

N rainy days alone I dine

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Upon a chick, and pint of wine.

• England.

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On rainy days I dine alone,

And pick my chicken to the bone:
But this my fervants much enrages,
No fcraps remain to fave board-wages.
In weather fine I nothing spend,
But often fpunge upon a friend :

Yet where he's not fo rich as I;

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I pay my club, and fo good b'y'

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To a LADY, who defired the author to write fome verfes upon her in the heroic style.

Written at London in the year 1726.

AFTER venting all my spite,

Tell me, what have I to write?

Ev'ry error I would find

Through the mazes of your mind,
Have my busy muse employ'd,
Till the company is cloy'd.
Are you pofitive and fretful,
Heedlefs, ignorant, forgetful?
These, and twenty follies more,
I have often told before.

HEARKEN what my Lady fays;
Have I nothing then to praise ?
Ill it fits you to be witty,

Where a fault should move your pity.
If you think me too conceited,
Or to paffion quickly heated;
If my wand'ring head be lefs
Set on reading than on dress:
If I always feem fo dull t'ye ;
I can folve the difficulty.

You would teach me to be wife;
Truth and honour how to prize

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BRED a fondling and an heirefs;
Drefs'd like any lady-may'refs;
Cocker'd by the fervants round,
Was too good to touch the ground;
Thought the life of ev'ry lady
Should be one continual playday;
Balls, and mafquerades, and fhows,
Vifits, plays, and powder'd beaux.

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THUS you have my cafe at large; And may now perform your charge. Those materials I have furnish'd,

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When by you refin❜d and burnish'd,

Muft, that all the world may know 'em,

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'Tis but juft you should produce

With each fault each fault's excufe:

Not to publish ev'ry trifle,
And my few perfections ftifle.
With fome gifts at least endow me,
Which my very foes allow me.
Am 1 fpiteful, proud, unjust?
Did I ever break my trust ?·
Which of all your modern dames
Cenfures lefs, or lefs defames?
In good manners am I faulty?
Can you call me rude or haughty?
Did I e'er my mite with-hold
From the impotent and old?
When did ever I omit

Due regard for men of wit ?
When have I efteem exprefs'd
For a coxcomb gaily drefs'd?
Do I, like the female tribe,
Think it wit to fleer and gibe?
Who, with lefs-defigning ends,
Kindlier entertains their friends?

With good words and count'nance sprightly
Strive to treat them all politely.

THINK not cards my chief diverfion;

'Tis a wrong unjust afperfion:
Never knew I any good in 'um,
But to doze my head like lodanum :
We by play, as men by drinking,
Pafs our nights to drive out thinking
From my ailments give me leifure,.

I fhall read and think with pleasure ;
Converfation learn to relish,
And with books my mind embellish.

Now, methinks, I hear you cry,
Mr Dean, you must reply.

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