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Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.


IS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

I would be with you, June the third ;
Chang'd it to August, and (in short)
Have kept it as you do at Court.
You humour me when I am fick,
Why not when I am fplenetick?
In town, what Objects could I meet?
The Tops Mut up in every street,
And Funerals blackening all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores :
And what a dust in every place?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Fevers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both in Town!


" The


Uinque dies tibi pollicitus me rure futurum,

Sextilem totum mendax desideror. atqui,
Si me vivere vis sanum recteque valentem;
Quam mihi das aegro, dabis aegrotare timenti,
Maecenas, veniam : dum ficus prima calorque
Designatorum decorat lictoribus atris :
Dum pueris omnis pater, et matercula pallet ;
Officiofaque sedulitas, et opella forensis
Adducit febres, et testamenta resignat.

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'Tis true bu


“ The dog-days are no more the case."

, but Winter comes apace :
Then-southward let your Bard retire,
Hold out some Months 'twixt Sun and Fire,
And you shall see the first warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together.

My Lord, your Favours well I know 'Tis with Distinction

you And not to every one that comes, Just as a Scotsman does his Plums.

Pray take them, Sir Enough's a Feaft: “ Eat fome, and pocket up the rest”. What rob your Boys ? those pretty rogues ! “ No, Sir, you'll leave them to the Hogs." Thus Fools with Compliments beliege ye, Contriving never to oblige ye. Scatter


favours on a Fop, Ingratitude 's the certain





Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris;
Ad mare descendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,
Contra&tufque leget; te, dulcis amice, reviset
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.

Non, quo more pyris vesci Calaber jubet hofpes.
Tu me fecifti locupletem. Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invisa feres pueris munufcula parvis.
Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet: haec porcis hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit :



And 'tis but just, I'll tell you wherefore,
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or shou'd
Be mighty ready to do good;
But makes a difference in his thought
Betwixt a Guinea and a Groat.

Now this I'll say, you 'll find in me
A safe Companion and a free ;
But if you'd have me always near
A word, pray, in your Honour's ear.
I hope it is your Resolution
To give me back my

Constitution !
The sprightly Wit, the lively Eye,
Th' engaging smile, the Gaiety,
That laugh'd down many a Summer Sun,
And kept you up so oft till one:
And all that voluntary Vein,
As when Belinda rais?d my Strain.


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Haec seges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et sapiens, dignis ait esse paratum !
Nec tamen ignorat, quid distent aera lupinis ?
"Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis.
Quod fi me noles ufquam discedere ; reddes :
Forte latus, nigros angusta fronte capillos :
Reddes dulce loqui: reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere prótervae.

Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam
Repserat in cumeram frumenti : pastaque, rurfus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore fruftra,



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A Weazel once made shift to flink In at a Corn-loft through a Chink; But having amply stuff'd his skin, Could not get out as

got in;
Wbich one belonging to the House
("Twas not a Man, it was a Mouse)
Observing, cry’d, '“ You 'scape not so,
*** Lean as you came, Sir, you must go."

Sir, you may spare your Application,
I'm no such Beast, nor his Relation;
Nor one that Temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the Throat with Ortolans :
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make me none of mine.
South-sea Subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but Liberty and Ease.
'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who prais'd my Modesty, and smil'd.
Give me, I cry'd, (enough for me)
My Bread, and Independency!
So bought an Annual-rent or two,
And liv'd-

just as


fee I do į




Cui mustela procul, Si vis, ait, effugere iftinc;
Macra cavum repetes arctum, quem macra subisti.
Hac ego fi compellar imagine, cuncta resigno;
Nec fomnum plebis laudo fatur altilium, nec
Otia divitiis Arabum liberrima muto.
Saepe verecundum laudasti: Rexque, Paterque
Audifti coram, nec verbo parcius absens :

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