Strait for your two beft Wigs aloud you call, ; Raife all the Dogs and Voters in the Town Your high Respect, it feems, and eager Love: I love good Eating.and I take my Glafs: All All this is bare refining on a Name, To make a Difference where the Fault's the fame. For this fine Livery and four Pounds a Year, Poet. Who at this Rate of talking can be free? Serv. The brave, wife, honest Man and only he : All elfe are Slaves alike, the World around, Kings on the Throne, and Beggars on the Ground. He, Sir, is Proof to Grandeur, Pride, or Pelf, And greater ftill) is Master of himself: Not to and fro' by Fears and Factions hurl'd, But loofe to all the Interefts of the World: And while the World turns round, entire and whole He keeps the facred Tenour of his Soul In every Turn of Fortune ftill the fame, As Gold unchang'd, or brighter from the Flame: He fees the Darts of Envy glance afide; And fixed like Atlas, while the Tempests blow, One One fuch you know, a Layman to your Shame, Fool, Rogue, Sot, Blockhead, or fuch Names are mine. Yours are a Connoiffeur, or deep Divine. I'm chid for loving a luxurious Bit, The facred Prize of Learning, worth, and Wit: And yet I'm chid, 'tis true; but then I pawn no Plate, You hunt, drink, fleep, or (idler ftill) you rhyme: Poet Poet. Tom, fetch a Cane, a Whip a Club, a Stone, Poct. A Sword, a Piftol, or a Gun. I'll fhoot the Dog. Serv. Lord who would be a Wit? He's in a mad, or in a rhyming Fit. Peet. Fly, fly, you Rafcal, for your Spade and Fork For once I'll fet your lazy Bones to work. Fly, or I'll fend you back without a Groat EPIGRAM. On the Rev. Mr. Hanbury's PLANTATION, and MUSIC MEETING, at Church Langton, in Leicestershire. So fweet Strain, for O fweet thy Strain, so thick thy Shade, The pleas'd Spectator fees The Miracle once more display'd THE THE LAW-STUDENT. To George Colman, A. M. of Ch. Ch. Oxford. Quid tibi cum Cirrha? quid cum Permessidos unda ? MARTIAL. OW Chrift-Church left, and fixt at Lincoln's Inn, The important Studies of the Law begin. Now groan the Shelves beneath th' unusual Charge Of Records, Statutes, and Reports at large. Each claffic author feeks his peaceful Nook, And modest Virgil yields his Place to Coke, No more ye Bards, for vain Precedence hope, But even Jacob take the Lead of Pope ! While the pil'd Shelves fink down on one another, And each huge Folio has it's cumb'rous Brother, While arm'd with thefe, the Student views with Awe His Rooms become the Magazine of Law, Say whence fo few fucceed? where thousands aim, So few e'er reach the promis'd Goal of Fame? Say, why Cæcilius quits the gainful Trade For Regimentals, Sword, and fmart Cockade ? L Of |