Quit your Cabals, Affociate, and in Spight Ev'n exil'd GoDs of Old, were Latium's Care, At worst he'll find fome Cornish Burrough there. A LETTER FROM Dick Et to fo T------s, On Drinking to the Memory of the Dead. I. EAR old Brother, Jo, Laft Week you must know, Being tir'd with Walking and Thinking; We whisk'd up a Light, And refresh'd our Spirits with Drinking. M. Jo HAINS, BROWN, and I,Trub nodT And JAMES NOKES was by, And DRYDEN was one of the Club, Who fuddenly took From's Pocket a Book, Entitled, The Tale of a Tub. Then fell from a Smile To Laughing, as if he would split;ma Swore Mahomet's-Pidgeon, but Had as much Religion, As he who that Treatife had writ IV. Grave DOD WELL was there, winA DoDWELL And would make it appear, That the Author was now made a DEAN, Came a Tory-Parfon from Conk; lol Who cry'd Might and Main, For GOD's fake refrain, From this horrid Heathenish. Work,, cả ch Of which he brought here a Cargo; To prove it Atheism, By fair Syllogifm, As ever concluded with Ergote libnm2 mot VIII. Then VIII. Then merry Jo HAINS To read it took Pains, And to give us a true Relations And with Anger in's Face, 201 . IX. Quoth he, I have heard,guni's most Tho' I faw not his Book before; lazy By his honeft good Friend of Dramagatan, yes, |