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Burnish, and make a gaudy Show,
Become a Gen’ral, Peer, and Beau ;
Till Peace hath made the Sky serene,
Then shrink into its Hole again.

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All this we grant why then look gonder,
Sure that must be a Salamander !

FARTHER, we are by Pliny told,
This Serpent is extremely cold,
So cold, that, put it in the Fire,
'Twill make the


Flames expire :
Beside, it spews a filthy Froth,
(Whether thro' Rage, or Love, or both,)
Of Matter purulent and white,
Which happen'd on the Skin to light,
And there corrupting to a Wound,
Spreads Leprosy and Baldness round.

So have I seen a batter'd Beau,
By Age and Claps grown cold as Snow,
Whose Breath or Touch, where-e'er he came,
Blew out Love's Torch, or chill'd the Flame.
And shou'd some Nymph who ne'er was cruel,
Like Carleton cheap, or fam'd Du-Ruel,
Receive the Filth which he ejects ;
She foon wou'd find the same Effects,
Her tainted Carcass to pursue,
As from the Salamander's Spue;

A disinal

A dismal Shedding of her Locks,
And, if no Leprosy, a Pox.

Then I'll appeal to each By-Stander,
Is not this same a Salamander ?

* The ELEPHANT: Or, The Par

liament- Man; written inany Years finnce, Taken from Coke's Institutes.

'RE Bribes convince you whom to chuse,

The Precepts of Lord Coke perulc.
Observe an Elephant, says he,
And let like him your Member be ;
First take a Man that's free from Gall;
For Elephants have none at all;
In Flocks or Parties he must keep ;
For Elephants live just like Sheep;
Stubborn in Honour he must be ;
For Elephants ne'er bend the Knee :
Last let his Memory be found,
In which your Elephant's profound;
That old Examples from the Wise,
May prompt him in his No's and I's..

Thus the Lord Coke hath gravely writ,
In all the form of Lawyers Wit;


And then with Latin, and all that,
Shews the Comparison is pat.

Yet in some points my Lord is wrong:
One's Tacth are sold, and t'other's Tongue :
Now Men of Parliament, God knows,
Are more like Elephants of Shows ;
Whole docile Memory and Sense
Are turn'd to Trick, to gather Pence.
To get their Master half a Crown,
They spread their Flag, or lay it down :
Those who bore Bulwarks on their Backs,
And guarded Nations from Attacks,
Now practise ev'ry pliant Gesture
Op'ning their Trunk for ev'ry Tefter.
Sian, for Elephants fo fam'd,
Is not with England to be nam’d;
Their Elephants by Men are fold;
Ours sell themselves, and take the Gold.

An ELEGY on the supposed Death

of PARTRIDGE, the AlmanackMaker.


ELL, 'tis as Bickersaf has guess’d,
Tho we
all took it for a Jeft ;


Partridge is dead, nay more, he dy'd
E're he could prove the good 'Squire lyd.
Strange, an Astrologer shou'd die,
Without one Wonder in the Sky!
Not one of all his Crony Stars
To pay 'their Duty at his Herse ?
No Meteor, no Eclipfe appear'd ?
No Comet with a flaming Beard ?
The Sun has rose, and gone to Bed,
Just as if Partridge were not dead :
Nor hid himself behind the Moon,
To make a dreadful Night at Noon.
He at fit Periods walks through Aries,
Howe'er our earthly Motion varies ;
And twice a Year he'll cut th' Equator,
As if there had been no such Matter.

Some Wits have wonder'd what Analogy
There is 'twixt * Cobbling and Afrology:
How Partridge made his Opticks rise,
From a Shoe-Sole, to reach the Skies.

A List the Coblers Temples Ties, To keep the Hair out of their Eyes ; From whence 'tis plain the Diadem That Princes wear, derives from them, And therefore Crowns are now-a-days Adorn'd with Golden Stars and Rays,

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Which plainly shews the near Alliance
'Twixt Cobling and the Planets Science.

Besides, that flow-pac'd Sign Bootes,
As 'tis miscallid, we know not who 'tis ?
But Partridge ended all Disputes,
He knew his Trade, and callid it Boots.

The Horned Moon, which heretofore
Upon their Shoes the Romans wore,
Whose Wideness kept their Toes from Corns,
And whence we claim our Shooing-Horns ;
Shews how the Art of Cobling bears
A near Resemblance to the Spheres.

A SCRAP of Parchment hung by Geometry
(A great Refinement in Barometry)
Can, like the Stars, foretel the Weather ;
And what is Parchment else but Leather ?
Which an Astrologer might use,
Either for Almanacks or Shoes.

Thus Partridge, by his Wit and Parts,
At once did practise both these Arts ;
And as the boading Owl (or rather
The Bat, becausc her Wings are Leather)
Steals from her private Cell by Night,
And flies about the Candle-Light ;
So learned Partridge could as well
Creep in the Dark from Leathern Cell,

* See his Almanack.


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