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His correspondence plainly dated
Was all decypher'd and translated :
His answers were exceeding pretty
Before the secret wise committee;
Confefs'd as plain as he could bark:

55 Then with his forefoot fet his mark,

Tory. Then all this while have I been bubbled, I thought it was a dog in doubler : The matter now no longer sticks; But statesinen never want d g-tricks.

60 For since it was a real cur, And not a dog in metaphor, I give you joy of the report That he's to have a place at court,

IV hig Yes, and a place he will grow rich in ; 65 A turnspit in the royal kitchen. Si', to be plain, I tell you what, We had occasion for a plot: And when we found the dog begin it, We guefs'd the bishop's foot was in it.

70 Tory, I own it was a dang’rous project; And you have prov'd it by dog-logic. Sure such intelligence between A dog and bishop ne'er was feen, Till you began to change the breed;

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JOAN cudgels NED.

Written in the year 1723.

TOAN cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a bully ;

Will cudgels Befs, yet Will's a cully.

Die Ned and Bess ; give Will to Joan,
She dare not say her life's her own.
Die Joan and Will; give Bess to Ned,
And ev'ry day the combs his head.

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A house of CHARLES FORD, Esq; eight

miles from Dublin.

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-Cuicunque nocere volebat
Vestimenta dabat pretiofa.

Written in the Year 1723.

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ON Carlos in a merry spite

Did Stella to his house invite :
He entertain'd her half a year
With gen’rous wines and costly chear,
Don Carlos made her chief director,
That she might o'er the servants hector.
In half a week the dame grew nice,
Got all things at the highest price :
Now at the table-head fhe siis,
Presented with the nicest bits ;
She look'd on partridges with scorn,
Except they tasted of the corn :
A haunch of ven’son made her fweat,
Unless it had the right fumette,
Don Carlos earnestly would beg,
Dear Madam, try this pigeon's leg;

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Was happy, when he could prevail
To make her only touch a quail..
Through candle-light the view'd the wine,
To see that ev'ry glass was fine.
At last grown prouder than the devil
With feeding high and treatment civil,
Don Carlos now began to find
His malice work'd as he design'd.
The winter-tky began to frown,
Poor Stella must pack off to town;
From purling streams and fountains bubbling,
To * Liffy's stinking tide at Dublin ;
From wholesome exercise and air,
To fossing in an easy chair :
From stomach sharp, and hearty feeding,
To piddle like a lady breeding ;
Froin ruling there the household singly,
To be directed here by Dingly t :
From ev'ry day a lordly banquet,
To half a joint, and God be thanked:
From ev'ry meal, Pontack in plenty,
To half a pint one day in twenty:
From Ford attending at her call,
To visits of
From Ford who thinks of nothing mean,
To the poor doings of the Dean :
From growing richer with good cheer,.
To running out by starving here.

But now arrives the dismal day ;
She must return to Ormond Quay 1.
The coachman stopt ; the look'd, and swore
The rascal had miftook the door :
At coming in you saw her stoop;
The entry brush'd against her hoop ::

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* The river that runs through Dublin.
+ A lady. The two ladies lodged together.
1 Where the two ladies lodged,

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Each moment rising in her airs,
She curs’d the narrow winding stairs :
Began a thousand faults to spy ;
The ceiling hardly fix feet high;
The smutty wainscot full of cracks:
And half the chairs with broken backs :
Her quarter's out at Ladyday,
She vows she will no longer stay
In lodgings, like a poor Grizette,
While there are lodgings to be let.

Howe'er, to keep her spirits up,
She fent for company to lup:
When all the while you might remark,
She strove in vain to ape Wood-park.
Two bottles call'd for (half her store,
The cupboard could contain but four) :
A fupper worthy of herself,
Five nothings in five plates of delf.

Thus for a week the farce went on;
When all her country-savings gone,
She fell into her former scene,
Small beer, a herring, and the Dean.

Thus far in jeft : though now I fear,
You think my jesting too severe ;
But poets, when a hint is new,
Regard not whether false or true :
Yet raillery gives no offence;
Where truth has not the least pretence;
Nor can be more fecurely place'd,
Than on a nymph of Stella's taste.
I must confess, your wine and vittle.
I was too hard upon a little ;
Your table neat, your linen fine;
And, though in miniature, you shine:
Yet when you sigh to leave Wood-park,
The scene, the welcome, and the spark,
To languish in this odious town,
And pull your haughty stomach down;

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We think you quite mistake the case,
The virtue lies not in the place :
For though my raillery were true,
A cottage is Wood-park with you.

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O mournful ditties, Clio, change thy note,

. Why should he sink, where nothing seem'd to press? His lading little, and his ballast leis. Toit in the waves of this tempestuous world, 5 At length, his anchor fix'd, and canvass furl'd, To Lazy-hill * retiring from his court, At his King's-end * he founders in the port. With water | fill'd he could no longer float, The common death of many a stronger boat.

A post fo fill’d, on nature's laws intrenches : Benches on boats are place’d, not boats on benches. And yet our Boat, how thall I reconcile it? Was both a boat, and in one fenfe a pilot. With ev'ry wind he sail'd, and well could tack : 15 Had inany pendents, but abhorr'd a Jack . He's gone, although his friends began to hope, That he might yet be lifted by a rope.

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* Two villages near the sea, where boalmen and seamen live.
+ It was said he died of a dropsy.
I A cant-word for a Jacobi:e.

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