They would consent that all the crew
Were hang'd, before they 'd part with you.
But tell me, Tim, upon the fpot,
By all this toil what haft thou got?
If Tories must have all the sport,
I fear you 'll be difgrac'd at court.
T. Got? D-n my blood! I frank my letters, Walk to my place before my betters;
And, fimple as I now ftand here,
Expect in time to be a peer
Got? D-n me! why I got my will!
Ne'er hold my peace, and ne'er stand still:
I fart with twenty ladies by ;
They call me beaft; and what care I?
I bravely call the Tories Jacks,
And fons of whores behind their backs.
But, could you bring me once to think,
That, when I ftrut, and ftare, and ftink,
Revile and flander, fume and ftorm,
Betray, make oath, impeach, inform,
With fuch a conftant loyal zeal
To ferve myfelf and common-weal,
And fret the Tories' foul to death,
I did but lofe my precious breath;
And, when I damn my foul to plague 'em,
Am, as you tell me, but their may-game;
Confume my vitals they shall know,
I am not to be treated fo;
I'd rather hang myfelf by half,
Than give those rascals cause to laugh.
But how, my friend, can I endure, Once fo renown'd, to live obfcure? No little boys and girls to cry,
"There 's nimble Tim a-paffing by!" No more my dear delightful way tread Of keeping up a party hatred?
Will none the Tory dogs purfue,
When through the streets I cry balloo?
Must all my d-n me's! bloods and wounds?
Pafs only now for empty founds?
Shall Tory rafcals be elected,
Although I fwear them difaffected?
And, when I roar, "A plot, a plot !"
Will our own party mind me not?
So qualify'd to fwear and lye,
Will they not truft me for a spy?
Dear Mullinix, your good advice
I beg; you fee the cafe is nice:
O! were I equal in renown,
Like thee to please this thankless town!
Or, blefs'd with fuch engaging parts
To win the truant school-boys' hearts!
Thy virtues meet their just reward,
Attended by the fable guard.
Charm'd by thy voice, the 'prentice drops
The fnow-ball deftin'd at thy chops :
Thy graceful steps, and colonel's air,
Allure the cinder-picking fair.
M. No more in mark of true affection, I take thee under my protection :
Your parts are good, 'tis not deny'd;
I wish they had been well apply'd.
But now obferve my council, (viz.)
habit to your phyz;
You must no longer thus equip ye,
As Horace fays, optat ephippia;
(There's Latin too, that you may fee
How much improv'd by Dr.
I have a coat at home, that you may try;
'Tis just like this, which hangs by geometry.
My hat has much the nicer air;
Your block will fit it to a hair.
That wig, I would not for the world
Have it fo formal, and fo curl'd;
'Twill be fo oily and fo fleek,
When I have lain in it a week,
You'll find it well prepar'd to take
The figure of toupee and fnake.
Thus drefs'd alike from top to toe,
That which is which 'tis hard to know;
When firft in public we appear,
I'll lead the van, you keep the rear;
Be careful, as you walk behind;
Ufe all the talents of your
Be ftudious well to imitate
My portly motion, mien, and gait;
Mark my addrefs, and learn my ftyle,
When to look fcornful, when to fmile;
Nor fputter out your oaths fo fast,
But keep your fwearing to the laft.
Then at our leifure we 'll be witty,
And in the streets divert the city;
The ladies from the windows gaping,
The children all our motions aping.
Your converfation to refine,
I'll take you to fome friend of mine;
Choice fpirits, who employ their parts
To mend the world by useful arts;
Some cleanfing hollow tubes, to spy
Direct the zenith of the sky;
Some have the city in their care,
From noxious fteams to purge the air;
Some teach us in these dangerous days
How to walk upright in our ways;
Some whofe reforming hands engage
To lafh the lewdness of the age;
Some for the public fervice go
Perpetual envoys to and fro;
Whose able heads fupport the weight
Of twenty ministers of state.
We fcorn, for want of talk, to jabber
Of parties o'er our bonny-clabber :
Nor are we ftudious to enquire,
Who votes for manors, who for hire :
Our care is, to improve the mind
With what concerns all human-kind;
The various fcenes of mortal life;
Who beats her husband, who his wife;
Or how the bully at a stroke
Knock'd down the boy, the lantern broke.
One tells the rife of cheese and oatmeal ;
Another when he got a hot meal;
One gives advice in proverbs old,
Inftructs us how to tame a fcold;
One fhews how bravely Audouin dy'd,
And at the gallows all deny'd ;
How by the almanack 'tis clear,
That herrings will be cheap this year.
T. Dear Mullinix, I now lament
My precious time fo long mis-fpent,
By nature meant for nobler ends :
O, introduce me to your friends!
For whom by birth I was defign'd,
Till politicks debas'd my mind:
I give myfelf entire to you;
G-d-n the Whigs and Tories too!
TIM AND THE FABLES.
Y meaning will be best unravel'd,
When I premife that Tim has travel'd.
In Lucas's by chance there lay
The Fables writ by Mr. Gay,
Tim fet the volume on a table,
Read over here and there a Fable;
And found, as he the pages twirl'd,
The Monkey who had feen the world:
(For Tonfon had, to help the fale,
Prefix'd a cut to every tale.)
Sce an account of him in the "Intelligencer," N° x.
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