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Lady B----- B----- finding in
the Author's Room fome Verses unsinished, underwrit a Stanza of her own, with Raillery upon him, which gave Occasion to this Ballad. To the Tune of, The Cutpurse.
NCE on a Time, as old Stories rehcarse,
A Friar would needs fhew his Talent in Latin; But was sorely put to't in the midst of a Verse, Because he could find no Word to come pat in;
Then at the Place
He left a void Space, And so went to Bed in a desperate Case, When behold the next Morning, a wonderful Riddle, He found it was strangely fill'd up in the Middle.
Chorus. Let cenfuring Criticks, then, think sobat
they lill on't, Who would not write Verses with such
For he wisely consider'd it must be a Sprite,
Yet he did not know
If it were Friend or Foe,
Cho. Let centuring, oc.
In making a Ballad, but was at a Stand :
Then good Dr. S
Pay Thanks for the Gift, For you freely must own you were at a dead Lift: And tho' some malicious young Spirit did do't, You
may know by the Hand it had no Cloven Foot.
Clo. Let centuring, wc.
V-'s HỌU SE. '
Built from the Ruins of Whitehall that was burnt.
N Times of Old, when Time was Young,
And Poets their own Verses sung,
But to their own, or Landlord's Cost,
On Earth the God of Wealth was made
PREMISING thus in modern Way,
V. (for ’ris fit the Reader know it,)
JOVE smild, and, like a gentle God, Consenting with the usual Nod, Told V he knew his Talent beft, And left the Choice to his own Breaft. So V resolv'd to write a Farce ; But well perceiving Wit was scarce, With Cunning that Defect supplies ; Takes a French Play as lawful Prize ; Steals thence his Plot, and ev'ry Joke, Not once suspecting Joe wou'd Smoke ; And (like a Wag) sat down to write, Wou'd whisper to himself, a Bite. Then from the motly, mingled Style Proceeded to erect his Pile, So Men of old, to gain Renown, did Build Babel with their Tongues confounded. Jove saw the Cheat, but thought it belt To turn the Matter to a Jeft ; Down from Olympus’ Top he slides, Laughing as if he'd burst his Sides ; Ay, thought the God, are these your Tricks : Why then old Plays deserve old Bricks; And since you're sparing of your Stuff, Your Building shall be small enough. He spake, and grudging lent his Aid; Th' experienc'd Bricks that knew their Trade, (As being Bricks at second Hand,) Now move, and now in Order stand.