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So never offer'd once to ftir;

But coldly faid, Your Servant, Sir.

Does he refufe me? HARLEY cry'd;

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He does, with Infolence and Pride.

SOME few Days after, HARLEY fpies
The Doctor faften'd by the Eyes

At Charing Cross, among the Rout,
Where painted Monsters dangle out.
He pull❜d the String, and ftopt his Coach,
Beck'ning the Doctor to approach.

S-T, who could neither fly nor hide,
Came fneaking to the Chariot-Side,
And offer'd many a lame Excufe:
He never meant the least Abuse-

My Lord-The Honour you defign'd-
Extremely proud-

-but I had din'd

I'm fure I never shou'd negleƐt

No Man alive bas more Refpects o

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"Well,

"Well, I fhall think of that no more,
"If you'll be fure to come at Four.
The Doctor now obeys the Summons;
Likes both his Company, and Commons;
Displays his Talent; fits till Ten;
Next Day invited, comes again :
Soon grows domeftick; feldom fails
Either at Morning, or at Meals:
Came early, and departed late:
In fhort, the Gudgeon took the Bait,
My Lord would carry on the Jest,
And down to Windfor takes his Guest.
St much admires the Place and Air,
And longs to be a Canon there

In Summer, round the Park to ride,
In Winter-never to refide.
A Canon! That's a Place too mean;
No, Doctor, you shall be a Dean ;
Two dozen Canons round your Stall,
And you the Tyrant o'er them all:
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71.- --Sic ignoviffe putato

Me tibi, fi cœnas hodie mecum.
Poft nonam venies:-

Ut libet. Ergo

74. Ut ventum ad cœnam eft, dicenda, tacenda locutus Tandem dormitum demititur. Hic ubi fæpe

Occultum vifus decurrere pifcis ad hamum,

Mane cliens, & jam certus conviva ;

81.

Jubetur

Rura fuburbana indictis comes ire Latinis.
Impofitus mannis arvum cœlumque Sabinum
Non ceffat laudare.

27, Videt: ridetque Philippur.

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You need but cross the Irish Seas,

To live in Plenty, Power, and Eafe.
Poor St departs; and, what is worse,
With borrow'd Money in his Purse;
Travels, at least a Hundred Leagues,
And fuffers numberless Fatigues.

SUPPOSE him, now, a Dean compleat,
Demurely lolling in his Seat;

The Silver Verge, with decent Pride,
Stuck underneath his Cushion-Side.

Suppose him

gone thro' all Vexations,

Patents, Inftalments, Abjurations,

Firft-Fruits and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats,

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Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands, and-Cheats,

(The wicked Layety's contriving,

To hinder Clergymen from thriving)
Now all the Doctor's Money's spent,
His Tenants wrong him in his Rent;
The Farmers, fpightfully combin'd,
Force him to take his Tythes in Kind;
And* Parvifol discounts Arrears,
By Bills, for Taxes and Repairs.

POOR St, with all his Loffes vext, Not knowing where to turn him next,

107.Oves furto, morbo periere capelle;

Spem mentita feges, bos eft enectus arando ; *The Dean's Agent, a Frenchman.

113. Offenfus damnis, media de nocte caballum

Arripit, iratufque Philippi tendit ad ædes.

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Above

Above a Thousand Pounds in Debt,

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Takes Horfe, and in a mighty Fret,
Rides Day and Night at fuch a Rate,
He foon arrives at HARLEY's Gate:
But was fo dirty, pale, and thin,
Old * Read would hardly let him in.

SAID HARLEY, welcome Rev'rend Dean;
What makes your Worship look fo lean?
Why, fure you won't appear in Town,
In that old Wig, and rufty Gown ?
I doubt your Heart is fet on Pelf
So much, that you neglect yourself.
What? I fuppofe now Stocks are high,
You've fome good Purchase in your Eye;
Or is your Money out at Ufe?-

Truce, good my Lord, I beg a Truce;
(The Doctor in a Paffion cry'd,)
Your Raillery is misapply'd:
Experience I have dearly bought,
You know I am not worth a Groat,

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But it's a Folly to conteft,

When you refolve to have your Jeft:

And fince you now have done your worst,

Pray leave me, where you found me first.

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HORACE,

*The Lord Treasurer's Porter.

121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfúmque Philippus : Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis, attentufque videris

Effe mihi.

136. Quod te fer Genium dextramque Deofque Penates Obfecro, & obteftor; vitæ me redde priori..

HORACE,

Lib. 2. Sat. 6.

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Part of it imitated.

Written in the Year 1713.

OFTEN wish'd that I had clear,

For Life, fix Hundred Pounds a Year;

A handsome House to lodge a Friend,

A River at my Garden's End;

A Terras Walk, and half a Rood

Of Land, fet out to plant a Wood.

WELL: Now I have all this and more;

I ask not to encrease my Store;
And should be perfectly content,
Could I but live on this Side Trent;

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Nor cross the Channel twice a Year,

To spend fix Months with Statefmen here:

I MUST by all means come to Town, 'Tis for the Service of the Crown.

1. Hoc erat in yotis: modus agri non ita magnus, Hortus ubi, & tecto vicinus jugis aquæ fons,

Et paulum filvæ fuper his foret.

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-Auctius atque

Di melius fecet.

"Lewis;

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