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When outcame the book which the newsmonger took
From the preaching lady's letter,
Where, in the first place, stood the conqueror's face,
Which made it shew much the better.


But now, without lying, you may paint him flying,
At Bristol they say you may find him ;
Great William the Con. so fast he did run, 15
That he left half his name behind him.

And now came the post, save all that was lost;
But, alas ! we are past deceiving
By a trick so stale, or else such a tale
Might amount to a new Thanksgiving.

This made Mr. Case with a pitiful face
In the pulpit to fall a-weeping ;
Tho' his mouth utter'd lies, truth feil from his eyes,
Which kept the Lord Mayor from sleeping.

Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops 3 For the laws, not your cause, you that loath 'em, Lest Essex should start, and play the second part Of the worshipful Sir John Hotham.




To thee dear Tom ! myself addressing,
Most queremoniously confessing
That I of late have been'compressing.

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Making efforts with all my puissance;
For some venereal rejouissance,
I got (as one may, say) a nuisance.

Kil. Come leave this fooling, Cousin Pooley, 10 And in plain English tell us truly Why under th' eyes you look so bluely?

Tis not your hard words will avail you ; Your Latin and your Greek will fail you, Till you speak plainly what doth ail you.


When young you led a life monastic,
And wore a vest ecclesiastic;
Now in your age you grow fantastic.

pool. Without more préface or formality, A female of malignant quality Set fire on label of mortality ;

The fæces of which ulceration
Brought o'er the helm a distillation
Thro' th’ instrument of propagation.

Kil. Then, Cousin, (as I guess the matter) 25 You have been an old fornicator, And now are shot 'twixt wind and water.

Your style has such an ill complexion,
That from your breath I fear infection,
That ev’n your mouth needs an injection.

You that were once so' econo

onomic, Quitting the thrifty style laconic; Turn prodigal in macaronic.

Yet be of comfort, I shall send-a
Person of knowledge, who can mend-a
Disaster in your nether end-a-


Whether it pullen be or shanker,
Cordee, and crooked like an anchor;
Your cure too costs you but a spanker.


Or tho' your piss be sharp as razor,
Do but confer with Dr. Frazer,
He'll make your running nag a pacer.

Nor shall you need your silver-quick, Sir ;
Take Mongo Murrey's black elixir,
And in a week it cures your p-,



But you that are a man of learning,
So read in Virgil, so discerning,
Methinks t'wards fifty should take warning:

Once in a pit * you did miscarry ;
That danger might have made one wary :
This pit is deeper than the quarry.


Pool. Give me not such disconsolation,
Having now cur'd my inflammation,
To ulcerate my reputation,


Tho'it may gain the ladies' favour,
Yet it may raise an evil savour
Upon all


and staid behav'our,

And I will rub my máter pia,
To find a rhyme to gonorrhea,
And put it in my litania.

60 * Hunting near Paris he and his horse fell into a quarry.

My early mistrest, now my ancient Muse,
That strong Circæan liquor cease t'infuse,
Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youtb;
Now stoop, with disinchanted wings, to trutba
As the dove's flight did guide Æneas, now
May thine conduct me to the golden bough:
Tell (like a tall old oak) bow Learning shoots

To beav'n ber branches, and to bell her roots.
When God from earth form’d Adam in the east,
He his own image on the clay imprest.
As subjects then the whole creation came,
And from their natures Adam them did name
Not from experience, (for the world was new) S
He only from their cause their natures knew.

been lost with innocence, We had not known the sentence nor th' offence. 'Twas his chief punishment to keep in store The sad remembrance what he was before ; And tho' th' offending part felt mortal pain, Th’ immortal part its knowledge did retain. After the flood arts to Chaldea fell; The father of the faithful there did dwell, Who both their parent and instructer was : 15 From thence did learning into Egypt pass.


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