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For such is good example's power,
It does its office ev'ry hour,
Where governors are good and wife;
Or else the truest maxim lies :
For so we find all ancient sages
Decree, that, ad exemplum regis.
Through all the realm his virtues run,
Rip'ning and kindling like the sun,
If this be true, then how much more,
When

you

have nam'd at least a score Of courtiers, each in their degree. If possible, as good as he?

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Or, take it in a diff'rent view,
I ask, (if what you say be true),
If you affirm the present age
Deserves your fatire's keenest rage ;
If that fame universal paflion
With ev'ry vice hath fill'd the nation ;
If virtue dares not venture down
A single step beneath the crown;
If clergymen, to thew their wit,
Praise classics more than holy writ;
If bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the fênate-house can run,
And sell their votes at such a rate
As will retrieve a lost estate ;
If law be such a partial whore
To fpare the rich and plague the poor :
If there be of all crimes the worst,
What land was ever half so curs'd ?

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The

The DOG and THIEF.

Written in the year 1726.

Quotdoor,

Uoth the thief to the dog, Let me into your

door, And I'll give you these delicate bits, Quoth the dog, I should then be more villain than

you're, And besides must be out of my

wits.

Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal, 5

But my master each day gives me bread : You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal,

And I must be hang'd in your stead. The stockjobber thus from 'Change-alley goes down,

And tips you, the freeman, a'wink; Let me have but your vote to serve for the town,

And here is a guinea to drink.

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Said the freeman, Your guinea to-night would be

spent : Your offers of brib'ry cease; I'll vote for

my

landlord to whom I pay rent, 15 Or else I may forfeit my leafe.

From London they come filly people to choufe,

Their lands and their faces unknown : Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house,

That would turn a man out of his own?

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E poets ragged and forlorn,

Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born,

Not yet contign'd to paste.

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thrive; , 'tis a quaint device : Your stillborn poems fhall revive,

And fcorn to wrap up spice.

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Get all your verses printed fair,

Then let them well be dry'd ;
And Curll must have a special care

To leave the margin wide.
Lend these to paper-sparing Pope :

And when he sits to write,
No letter with an envelope*

Could give him more delight.

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When Pope has fill'd the margins round.

Why then recall your loan;
Sell them to Curll for fifty pound,

And swear they are your own..

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* A blank cover,

On

On seeing VERSES written upon Win

DOWS in INNS.

Written in the year 1726.

I
THEfage who said he fhould be proud
Because he ne'er one thought allow'd

That might not be confess’d ;
His window scrawld by ev'ry rake,

His breast again would cover,
And fairly bid the devil take

The diamond and the lover.

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II:

ANOTHER.

BY
Y Satan taught, all conj’rers know,

Your mistress in a glass to show,
And you can do as much :-
In this the devil and you agree;
None e'er made verses worse than he,

And thine I swear are such.

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THAT
THAT love is the devil, I'll prove when requir’d;

Those rhymers abundantly show it :
They swear that they all by love are inspir'd,

And the devil's a damnable poet.

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IV.

AN O T H E R.

THE
HE church and clergy here, no doubt,
Are

a;
Both weather-beaten are without,

And empty both within.

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