Draw them like, for I affure ye,
You will need no car'catura;
Draw them fo, that we may trace
All the foul in ev'ry face.

Keeper, I must now retire,
You have done what I defire:

But I feel my fpirits spent

With the noife, the fight, the fcent.
Pray, be patient, you fhall find

"Half the beft are ftill behind:
"You have hardly feen a score,
"I can fhew two hundred more."
Keeper, I have feen enough.
Taking then a pinch of fnuff,

I concluded, looking round 'em,

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May their god, the d-1, confound 'em."

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An APOLOGY, &c.

A Lady wife as well as fair,

Whofe confcience always was her care,
Thoughtful upon a point of moment,
Would have the text as well as comment:
So hearing of a grave divine,

She fent to bid him come and dine.

But

you must know he was not quite So grave as to be unpolite;

Thought human learning would not leffen
The dignity of his profeffion;

And if you'd heard the man difcourfe,

Or preach, you'd like him scarce the worse.
He long had bid the court farewel,

Retreating filent to his cell;

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Sufpected for the love he bore

To one who fway'd fome time before;
Which made it more furprifing how
He fhould be fent for thither now.

The meffage told, he gapes, and stares,
And scarce believes his eyes, or ears:
Could not conceive what it should mean,
And fain would hear it told again.
But then the 'fquire fo trim and nice,
"Twere rude to make him tell it twice;
So bow'd, was thankful for the honour:
And would not fail to wait upon her.
His beaver brush'd, his fhoes, and gown,
Away he trudges into town;
Paffes the lower caftle-yard,

And now advancing to the guard,

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He trembles at the thoughts of state;

For confcious of his fheepifh gait,

His fpirits of a fudden fail him,

He ftopt, and could not tell what ail'd him.

What was the meffage I receiv'd?

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Why certainly the Captain rav'd?

To dine with her! and come at three !

Impoffible! it can't be me.

Or may be I mistook the word;

My Ladyit must be my Lord,

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My Lord's abroad; my Lady too:
What must th' unhappy Doctor do?

Is Capt. Crach'rode here *, pray ?"-No.
"Nay, then 'tis time for me to go.".
Am I awake, or do I dream?
I'm fure he call'd me by my name :
Nam'd me as plain as he could speak,
And yet there must be fome mistake.

The gentleman who brought the meffage,

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Why,

Why, what a jeft fhould I have been,

Had now my Lady been within ?

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What could I've have faid? I'm mighty glad

She went abroad—she'd thought me mad.

The hour of dining now is paft:

Well then, I'll e'n go home and fast ;
And fince I 'fcap'd being made a scoff,
I think I'm very fairly off.

My Lady now returning home,

Calls,

Crach'rode, is the Doctor come?”

He had not heard of him—“ pray fee, ""Tis now a quarter after three

The Captain walks about, and fearches

Through all the rooms, and courts, and arches; Examines all the fervants round,

In vain

no doctor's to be found.

My Lady could not chufe but wonder:

"Captain, I fear you've made fome blunder.

"I'll try his manners once again;

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"But pray, to-morrow go at ten,

"If rudeness be th' effect of knowledge,

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The captain was a man of reading,
And much good fenfe, as well as breeding,
Who loath to blame, or to incenfe,
Said little in his own defence;

Next day another meffage brought:

The Doctor, frighten'd at his fault,

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Is: drefs'd, and stealing through the crowd,
Now pale as death, then blufh'd and bow'd,
Panting-and fault'ring, humm'd and ha'd,
"Her Ladyfhip was gone abroad;
"The Captain too-he did not know
"Whether he ought to ftay or go;"
Begg'd fhe'd forgive him. In conclufion,
My Lady, pitying his confusion,

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Call'd

Call'd her good nature to relieve him ;

Told him, the thought she might believe him;
And would not only grant his fuit,

But vifit him, and eat fome fruit;
Provided, at a proper time
He told the real truth in rhyme.
'Twas to no purpose to oppofe,
She'd hear of no excufe in profe.
The Doctor ftood not to debate,
Glad to compound at any rate;
So bowing, feemingly comply'd,
Though if he durft, he had deny'd.
But firft refolv'd to fhew his tafte
Was too refin'd to give a feast :
He'd treat with nothing that was rare,
But winding walks and purer air;
Would entertain without expence,
Or pride, or vain munificence.
For well he knew to fuch a guest
The plaineft meals must be the best.
To ftomachs clogg'd with coftly fare
Simplicity alone is rare;

Whilft high, and nice, and curious meats,

Are really but vulgar treats :

Instead of spoils of Perfian looms,

The coftly boafts of regal rooms,

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Thought it more courtly and difcreet
To fcatter rofes at her feet;
Rofes of richeft dye, that fhone
With native luftre, like her own ;

Beauty that needs no aid of art

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Through ev'ry fenfe to reach the heart.

The gracious dame, though well she knew
All this was much beneath her due,

Like ev'ry thing—at least thought fit
To praise it per maniere d' acquit.

Yet fhe, though feeming pleas'd, can't bear
The fcorching fun, or chilling air;

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Difturb'd

Difturb'd alike at both extremes,

Whether he fhews or hides his beams:
Though feeming pleas'd at all the fees,
Starts at the ruffling of the trees;

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And scarce can speak for want of breath,
In half a walk fatigu'd to death.

The Doctor takes his hint from hence.
T'apologise his late offence;

Madam, the mighty pow'r of use "Now strangely pleads in my excufe.. "If you unus'd have fcarcely ftrength "To gain this walk's untoward length; "If frighten'd at a scene fo rude, "Through long difufe of folitude; "If long confin'd to fires and fcreens,

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"You dread the waving of these greens;

"If you, who long have breath'd the fumes "Of city-fogs and crouded rooms,

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"Do now folicitoufly fhun

"The cooler air, and dazzling fun :

"If his majestic eye you flee,

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"Learn hence t' excuse and pity me.
"Confider what it is to bear.
"The powder'd courtier's witty fneer;.
"To fee th' important man of dress,
Scoffing my college-aukwardness,
"To be the ftrutting cornet's fport;
"To run the gauntlet of the court,
Winning my way by flow approaches,

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"Through crouds of coxcombs and of coaches, "From the firft fierce cockaded centry,

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"To pafs fo many crouded ftages,.
"And ftand the ftaring of your pages;
"And, after all, to crown my spleen,
"Be told,—you are not to be feen:
“Or, if you are, be force'd to bear
"The awe of your majestic air.

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