The Monkey was completely dreft,
The Beau in all his airs expreft.
Tim, with furprize and pleafure ftaring,
Ran to the glafs, and then comparing
His own fweet figure with the print,
Diftinguish'd every feature in 't,
The twift, the fqueeze, the rump, the fidge in all,
Juft as they look'd in the original.
"By," fays Tim, and let a fart,
"This graver understood his art.
""Tis a true copy, I'll fay that for 't z
"I well remember when I fat for 't.
My very face, as firft I knew it ;
"Juft in this drefs the painter drew it."
Tim, with his likenefs deeply fmitten,
Would read what underneath was written,
The merry tale, with moral grave.
He now began to form and rave:
"The curfed villain! now I fee
"This was a libel meant at me:
"Thefe fcribblers grow fo bold of late
"Against us minifters of state!
"Such Jacobites as he deferve
"D-n me! 'I fay, they ought to ftarve."
TOM MULLINIX AND DICK.
TOM and Dick had equal fame,
And both had equal knowledge;
Tom could write and fpell his name,
But Dick had feen the college.
Dick a coxcomb, Tom was mad,
And both alike diverting;
Tom was held the merrier lad,
But Dick the best at farting.
Dick would cock his nofe in scorn,
But Tom was kind and loving;
Tom a foot-boy bred and born,
But Dick was from an oven.
Dick could neatly dance a jig,.
But Tom was beft at borees;
Whig,
Tom would pray for every
And Dick curfe all the Tories.
Dick would make a woeful noise,
And fcold at an election;
Tom huzza'd the black-guard boys,-
And held them in fubjection.
Tom could move with lordly grace,
Dick nimbly skipt the gutter;
Tom could talk with folemn face,
But Dick could better fputter.
Dick was come to high renown
Since he commenc'd physician;
Tom was held by all the town
The deeper politician.
Tom had the genteeler swing,
His hat could nicely put on;
Dick knew better how to fwing
His cane upon a button.
Dick for repartee was fit,
And Tom for deep difcerning; Dick was thought the brighter wit,
But Tom had better learning.
Dick with zealous no's and ay's
Could roar as loud as Stentor,
In the houfe 'tis all he fays;
But Tom is eloquenter.
S when, from rooting in a bin,
All powder'd o'er from tail to chim,
A lively maggot fallies out,
You know him by his hazel fnout :
So when the grandson of his grandfire
Forth iffues wriggling, Dick Drawcanfir,
With powder'd rump and back and fide,
You cannot blanch his tawny hide;
For 'tis beyond the power of meal
The gipfy visage to conceal :
For, as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down every mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phiz, in fhow
Like a fresh t-d just dropt on fnow.
CLAD ALL IN BROWN. TO DICK. IMITATED FROM COWLEY.
FOULEST brute that stinks below,
Why in this brown doft thou appear?
For, would'ft thou make a fouler fhow,
Thou must go naked all the year.
Fresh from the mud a wallowing fow
Would then be not fo brown as thou.
'Tis not the coat that looks fo dun,
His hide emits a foulness out;
Not one jot better looks the fun
Seen from behind a dirty clout:
So t-ds within a glass enclose,
The glafs will feem as brown as those.
Thou now one heap of foulness art,
All outward and within is foul;
Condenfed filth in every part,
Thy body's cloathed like thy foul;
Thy foul, which through thy hide of buff
Scarce glimmers like a dying fnuff.
Old carted bawds fuch garments wear,
When pelted all with dirt they shine;
Such their exalted bodies are,
As fhrivel'd and as black as thine.
If thou wert in a cart, I fear
Thou would'st be pelted worse than they 're.
Yet, when we fee thee thus array'd,
The neighbours think it is but just,
That thou fhould't take an honest trade,
And weekly carry out the dust.
Of cleanly houses who will doubt,
When Dick cries, "Duft to carry out ??
I hate, who gape and fneer by rules.
You, Mullinix, and flobbering C————‚' ‚
Who every day and hour the fame are;
That vulgar talent I despise.
Of piffing in the rabble's eyes.
And when I liften to the noise
Of ideots roaring to the boys;
To better judgements ftill fubmitting,
I own I fee but little wit in ;
Such pastimes, when our taste is nice,
Can please at most but once or twice.
But then confider Dick, you'll find
His genius of fuperior kind;
He never muddles in the dirt,
Nor fcowers the ftreets without a fhirt;
Though Dick, I dare prefume to say,
Could do fuch feats as well as they.
Dick I could venture every where,
Let the boys pelt him if they dare;
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