A lively Maggot sallies out,
You know him by his hazel snout;
So when the grandson of his grandsire
Forth issues wriggling, Dick Drawcansir,
With powder'd rump and back and side,
You cannot blanch his tawney hide,
For 'tis beyond the power of meal
The gipsey vissage to conceal;
For as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down ev'ry mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phiz, in show,
Like a fresh td just dropt in snow.
DICK'S VARIETY.
DULL uniformity in fools
I hate, who gape and sneer by rules,
You, Mullinix, and slobb'ring C—,
Who ev'ry day and hour the same are;
That vulgar talent I despise
Of pissing in the rabble's eyes ;
And when I listen to the noise
Of idiots roaring to the boys,
To better judgments still submitting,
I own I see but little wit in:
Such pastimes, when our taste is nice,
Can please at most but once or twice.
But then consider Dick, you'll find
His genius of superior kind;
He never muddles in the dirt,
Nor scours the streets without a shirt,
Tho' Dick, I dare presume to say,
Could do such feats as well as they.
Dick could venture ev'ry where,
Let the boys pelt him if they dare;
He'd have 'em try'd at the assizes
For priests and Jesuits in disguises,
Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender,
And listing troops for the Pretender.
But Dick can fart, and dance, and frisk,
No other monkey half so brisk;
Now has the Speaker by the ears
Next moment in the House of Peers;
Now scolding at my Lady Eustace,
Or thrashing Baby in her new stays.
Presto, begone; with t'other hop
He's powd'ring in a barber's shop;
Now at the antichamber thrusting
His nose to get the circle just in,
And damns his blood, that in the rear
He sees one single tory there;
Then woe be to my Lord Lieutenant,
Again he'll tell him, and again, on't.
FOULEST brute that stinks below,
Why in this Brown dost thou appear?
For wouldst thou make a fouler show,
Thou must go naked all the year :
Fresh from the mud a wallowing sow
Would then be not so Brown as thou.
"Tis not the coat that looks so dun
His hide emits a foulness out;
Not one jot better looks the sun
Seen from behind a dirty clout:
So tds within a glass inclose,
The glass will seem as brown as those.
Thou now one heap of foulness art;
All outward and within is foul;
Condensed filth in ev'ry part,
Thy body's clothed like thy soul;
Thy soul which, thro' thy hide of buff,
Scarce glimmers like a dying snuff.
IV.
Old carted bawds such garments wear,
When pelted all with dirt they shine;
Such their exalted bodies are,
As shrivell'd and as black as thine.
If thou wert in a cart, I fear
Thou wouldst be pelted worse than they're.
Yet when we see thee thus array'd,
The neighbours think it is but just
That thou shouldst take an honest trade,
And weekly carry out the dust.
Of cleanly houses who will doubt,
When Dick cries, Dust to carry out?
Verses made for women who cry Apples, &c.
APPLES.
COME buy my fine wares,
Plums, Apples, and Pears,
A hundred a penny,
In conscience too many :
Come, will you have any?
My children are seven,
I wish them in heaven;
My husband's a sot,
With his pipe and his pot,
Not a farthing will gain 'em,
And I must maintain 'em.
RIPE 'Sparagrass,
Fit for lad or lass,
To make their water pass;
O! 'tis pretty picking
With a tender chicken.
COME, follow me by the smell,
Here's delicate Onions to sell;
I promise to use you well.
They make the blood warmer;
You'll feed like a farmer;
For this is ev'ry cook's opinion,
No sav'ry dish without an Onion;
But lest your kissing should be spoil'd,
Your Onions must be th’roughly boi!'d;
Or else you may spare
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