Now lowly crouch'd. I cry, Peccavi,
And proftrate, fupplicate pour ma vie,
Your mercy I rely on.

For you, my conq'ror and my King,
In pard'ning, as in punishing,
Will fhew yourself a lion.

Alas, Sir, I had no defign,

But was unwarily drawn in ;

For fpite I ne'er had any.

'Twas the damn'd 'fquire with the hard name; The de'il too that ow'd me a fhame,

The devil and Delany;

They tempted me t' attack your Highness,
And then with wonted will and flinefs,
They left me in the lurch.
Unhappy wretch! for now I ween,.
I've nothing left to vent my fpleen
But ferula and birch;

And they, alas, yield fmall relief
Seem rather to renew my grief,

My wounds bleed all anew :
For ev'ry ftroke goes to my heart,
And at each lafh I feel the smart
Of lash laid on by you.

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TOM MULLINIX and DICK,

TOM and Dick had equal fame,

And both had equal knowledge; Tom could write and spell his name, But Dick had feen the college.

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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 fcorn,
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;

Tom would pray for ev'ry Whig,

And Dick curfe all the Tories.

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Dick would make a woful noife,
And fcold at an election;
Tom huzza'd the blackguard 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 commence'd phyfician;
Tom was held by all the town
The deeper politician.

Tom had the genteeler fwing,
His hat could nicely put on;

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Dick knew better how to fwing
His can upon a button.

Dick for repartee was fit,

And Tom for deep difcerning;

Dick was thought the brighter wit,
But Tom had better learning.

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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.

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DICK, A MAGGOT.

S when from rooting in a bin,

All powder'd o'er from tail to chin,

A lively maggot fallies out,

You know him by his hazel fnout :
So when the grandfon of his grandfire
Forth iffucs 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 gypfey vifage to conceal :
For, as he thakes his wainscot chops,
Down ev'ry mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phiz, in fhow
Like a fresh t-d just dropt on fnow.

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CLAD ALL IN BROWN.

Imitated from CoWLEY.

To DICK.

FOuleft brute that stinks below,

Why in this brown doft thou appear!

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For, wouldft thou make a fouler fhow,
Thou must go naked all the year.
Fresh from the mud a wallowing fow,
Would then be not so brown as thou.

'Tis not the coat that looks fo dun;
His hide emits a foulness out;.
Nor one jot better looks the fun

Seen from behind a dirty cloud :
So tds within a glafs inclose,
The glafs will feem as brown as those.

Thou now one heap of foulness art,

All outward and within is foul; Condenfed filth in ev'ry part,

Thy body's clothed like thy foul; Thy foul, which thro' 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,

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That thou fhouldst take an honest trade,
And weekly carry out the duft.

Of cleanly houfes who will doubt,

When Dick cries, "Duft to carry out?"

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DICK'S VARIETY.

DULL uniformity in fools

I hate, who gape and fneer by rules.

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You, Mullinix, and flobb'ring C-,
Who ev'ry hour and day the fame are;
That vulgar talent I despise
Of piffing in the rabble's eyes.
And when I liften to the noise
Of idiots roaring to the boys;
To better judgements still fubmitting,
I own I fee but little wit in:

Such paftimes, when our tafte 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 fcours the ftreets without a shirt;
Though Dick, I dare prefume to fay,
Could do fuch feats as well as they.
Dick I could venture ev'ry where,
Let the boys pelt him if they dare;
He'd have 'em tried at the affizes
For priefts and Jefuits in disguises:
Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender,
And lifting troops for the pretender.

But Dick can fart, and dance, and frisk
No other monkey half fo brifk;
Now has the Speaker by the ears,
Next moment in the house of peers;
Now fcolding at my Lady Euftace,
Or thrashing Babby in her new ftays.
Prefto begone with t'other hop
He's powd'ring in a barber's shop;
Now at the antechamber thrusting
His nofe, to get the circle juft in,
And damns his blood, that in the rear
He fees one fingle Tory there :

Then woe be to my Lord Lieutenant,
Again he'll tell him, and again on't.

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