Tom. Yet many a wretch in bedlam knows How to diftinguith friends from foes; And though perhaps among the rout, He wildly flings his filth about ; Robin. Why, Tom, the man has loft his wits, Tom. Agreed: and yet when Towzer fnaps At people's heels with frothy chaps; 25 30 35 Hangs down his head and drops his tail, The neighbours all cry, "Shoot him dead "Hang, drown, or knock him on the head." 40 Robin. Tom, you mistake the matter quite; 45 Your barking curs will feldom bite; And though you hear him ftut-tut-tut ter, He prates in fpite of all impediment, While none believes, that what he said he meant; 50 Puts in his finger and his thumb To grope for words, and out they come. 55 "Begs leave to rail, but d-n his blood, " By By this contrivance, Mr. Dean, By G- I'll bring you off as clean”. Tom. The fcrubbieft cur in all the pack Can fet the maftiff on your back. I own, his madness is a jeft, * ба 65 If that were all. But he's poffeft, To work whofe ends his madness pimps; 70 Who o'er each ftring and wire prefide, Fill ev'ry pipe, each motion guide; Directing ev'ry vice we find 75 In fcripture to the devil affign'd; Sent from the dark infernal region, In him they lodge, and make him legion. Of brethren he's a falfe accufer; A fland'rer, traitor, and feducer; 80 A fawning, bafe, trepanning liar; But Ireland's friends ne'er wanted foes. When wanted by his country most; Perverfely comes in evil times, Where virtues are imputed crimes.. 85 90 This is the ufual excufe of Traulus, when he abufes you to others without provocation. His guilt is clear, the proofs are pregnant ; What fpirit, fince the world began, 95 100 TRa TRAULUS. The SECOND PART. Written in the year 1730. Raulus of amphibious breed, View him on the mother's fide, Changing ftill, and still adhering; Ever dearest friendship fwearing; 15 Judge 10 5 Judgement weak, and paffion strong, Where he loves, or where he hates; Let me now the vices trace, From the father's fcoundrel race. 20 That was bred to kill a cow well: Hence the greafy clumfy mien 30 35 Like a rogue that fteals a fheep; 40 Laftly, let his gifts be try'd Borrow'd from the mason's fide : Some perhaps may think him able In the ftate to build a Babel; Could we place him in a station To deftroy the old foundation. True indeed, I fhould be gladder, 45 Could he learn to mount a ladder. 50 Mount alive, and dead defcend! In him tell me which prevail, Female vices most, or male? What produc'd him, can you tell? 55 Ueen of wit and beauty, Betty! How thy face charms ev'ry fhepherd, And, thy freckled neck display'd, And, thy beauty thus dispatch'd, Sets of phrafes, cut and dry, With old fcraps from plays exploded : VOL. VIII. 5 10 15 20 Where |