From Tripe-Indentures, ftale, and dry, Having long known the STUDENT's Bounty, Come then, of BEN, O come, and buy All As 'tis Affize-Time, He'll ftand Trial; His Caufe Succefs will furely crown, ODE to a GRIZZLE WIG. By a Gentleman who had just left off his Bor. A LL hail ye CURLS, that rang'd in reverend Row, With fnowy Pomp my conscious Shoulders hide! That fall beneath in venerable Flow, And crown my Brows above with feathery Pride! High on your Summit, Wisdom's mimick'd Air O'er O'er every Lock, that floats in full difplay, Can thus large Wigs our Reverence engage? By Baylifs, Blenkingsop, and lofty Wife? But thou farewell, my Boв! whose thin-wove Thatch Safe in thy Privilege, near Ifis' Brook, No more the Wherry feels my Stroke so true; Such were the Joys that once Hilario crown'd, EPISTLE |