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Why, then it was, I do assert,
Their Goodness, more than his Desert-
He grew, or else his Comrades ly'd,
Confounded Dull, -- before he dy'd.

He hop'd to have a Lucky Hit,
Some Medals sent him for his Wit;
But, truly there the Dean was bit
And
yet,

I think, for all your Jokes, • His Claim as good as other Folks.

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• Must we the Drapier then forget ? 95 Is not our Nation in his Debt ? < 'Twas he that writ the Drapier's Letters ! He should have left them for his Betters; We had an hundred abler Men, Nor need depend upon his Pen.

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will about his Reading, You never can defend his Breeding ! Who, in his Satyrs running Riot, Could never leave the World in Quiet ; Attacking, when he took the Whim,

105 Court, City, Camp, all one to him.

But, why would he, except he hobber'd, Offend our Patriot, Great Sir * Robert,

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Sir Robert Walpole, Prime Minister of State to King GEORGE I. and II, made Earl of Orford 1742-3.

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Whose Councils and the Sov'reign Pow'r,
To fave the Nation ov'ry Hour ?
What Scenes of Evil he unravels,
In Satyrs, Libels, Lying Travels !
Not sparing his own Clergy-cloth,
But, cats into it, like a Moth.

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If he makes Mankind bad as Elves,
• I answer, they may thank themselves;
• If Vice can ever be abashid,

It must be ridiculd or lapid.'
But, if I chance to make a Slip,
What Right had he to hold the Whip?

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If you refent it, Who's to blame? · He neither knew you, nor your Names • Should Vice expect to 'scape Rebuke, « Because its Owner is a Duke ? « Vice is a Vermin; Sportfmen fay, * No Vermin can demand fair Play,' But ev'ry Hand may justly flay.

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envy not the Wits, who write Merely to gratify their Spite ; Thus did the Dean; his only Scope 130 Was, to be held a Misanthrope. This into gen’ral Odium drew him, Which, if he lik’d, much Good may't do bim :

This gave him Enemies in Plenty,
Throughout two Realms nineteen in twenty,
His Zeal was not to lash our Crimes,
But Discontent against the Times ;
For, had we made him timely Offers,
To raise his Poft, or fill his Coffers,
Perhaps he might have truckled down,

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Like other Brethren of his Gown,
For Party he would scarce have bled
I say no more because he's dead.

But who could charge him, to his Face, That e'er he cring'd to Men in Place? 145 • His Principles, of ancient Date,

Ill fuit with those profess’d of late : « The Pope, or Calvin, he'd oppose, . And thought they Both were equal Foes : (That Church and State had suffer'd more 150

By Calvin, than the Scarlet Whore : • Thought Popifo and Fanatick Zeal . Both bitter Foes to Britain's Weal.

The Pope would of our Faith bereave us

But still our Monarchy would leave us.155 · Not so, the vile Fanatick Crew;

That ruin'd Church and Monarch too,

Suppofing these Reflections just;
We should indulge the Dean's Disgust,

& Who

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• Who saw this Factious Tribe caress'd,
6 And Lovers of the Church distress’d.
· The Patrons of the good old Cause,
• In Senates fit, in making Laws;
- The most malignant of the Herd,
• In surest Way to be preferr'd ;
• And Preachers find the better Quarter,
· For railing at the Royal Martyr.

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< Whole Swarms of Seets, with Grief, he

saw, More favour'd than the Church by Law. Thought Protestant too good a Name, 170 · For canting Hypocrites to claim, · Whose Protestation hides a Sting • Destructive to the Church and King : - Which might as well, in his Opinion, Become an Atheit, or Socinian,

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A Protestant's a special Clinker • It serves for Sceptick and Free-thinker,

It ferves for Stubble, Hay, and Wood, For ev'ry Thing --but what it should."

What Writings has he left behind - 180
• I hear, they're of a diff'rent Kind :
A few, in Verse; but most, in Prose-
Some high flown Pamphlets, I suppose:

All

All scribbled in the Worst of Times,
To palliate his Friend Oxford's Crimes, 185
To praise Queen Anne, nay more, defend her
As never fav’ring the Pretender :
Or Libels yet conceal’d from Sight,-
Against the Court to shew his Spite :
Perhaps, his Travels, Part the Third;

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A Lye at ev'ry second Word:
Offensive to a Loyal Ear :-
But—not one Sermon, you may swear.-

Sir, our Accounts are diff'rent quite, • And

your Conje&tures are not right; 195 'Tis plain, his Writings were design'd To please, and to reform Mankind;

And, if he often miss'd his Aim, « The World must own it, to their Shame;

The Praise is His, and Theirs the Blame.

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· Then, since

you

dread no further Lashes, • You freely may forgive his Ashes.'

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