ODE to a GRIZZLE WIG.

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By a Gentleman who had just left off bis BOB.

LL hail ye CURLS, that rang'd in reverend Row,

With fnowy Pomp my confcious 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
Sits thron'd, with Pedantry her folemn Sire,
And in her Net of awe-diffufing Hair,
Entangles Fools, and bids the Croud admire.

O'er every Lock, that floats in full difplay,
Sage Ignorance her Gloom fcholaftic throws;
And ftamps o'er all my Vifage, once fo gay,
Unmeaning Gravity's ferene Repofe.

Can thus large Wigs our Reverence engage ?
Have Barbers thus the Pow'r to blind our Eyes?
Is Science thus conferr'd on every Sage;

By Baylifs, Blenkingsop, and lofty Wife?

But thou farewell my Boe! whofe thin-wove Thatch Was ftor'd with Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles That love to live within the one-curl'd Scratch,

With Fun, and all the Family of Smiles.

Safe

Safe in thy Privilege, near Ifis' Brook,
Whole Afternoons at Wolvercote I quaff'd ;
At Eve, my careless Round in High-freet took,
And call'd at JOLLY's for the cafual Draught.

No more the Wherry feels my Stroke so true;
At Skittles in a Grizzle, can I play?
Woodstock, farewell, and Wallingford, adieu!
Where many a Scheme reliev'd the lingering Day.

Such were the Joys that once Hilario crown'd,
E'er grave Preferment came my Peace to rob:
Such are the lefs ambitious Pleasures found
Beneath the Liceat of an humble Bos.

EPI

EPISTLE,

From THOMAS HEARN, Antiquary,

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To the AUTHOR of

The COMPANION to the OXFORD Guide, &c.

RIEND of the mofs-grown Spire and crumbling
.**Arch,

Who wont'ft at Eve to pace the long-loft Bounds
Of lonesome Ofeney! What malignant Fiend
Thy cloister-loving Mind, from antient Lore,
Hath base feduc'd? Urg'd thy apoftate Pen
To trench deep Wounds on Antiquaries sage,
And drag the venerable Fathers forth,
Victims to Laughter! Cruel as the Mandate
Of mitred Priests, who Baskett late enjoined
To throw afide the reverend Letters black,
And print Faft-Prayers in modern Type !—At this
Leland, and Willis, Dugdale, Tanner, Wood,
Illuftrious Names! with Camden, Aubrey, Lloyd.
Scald their old Cheeks with Tears! For once they
hop'd

To feal thee for their own! And fondly deem'd
The Muses, at thy Call, would crowding come

To deck Antiquity with Flowrets gay.

But

Names of eminent Antiquaries.

That feems inviting! May'ft thou pore in vain
For dubious Door-ways! May revengful Moths
Thy Ledgers eat! May chronologic Spouts
Retain no Cypher legible! May Crypts

Lurk undifcern'd! Nor may'st thou fpell the Names
Of Saints in ftoried Windows! Nor the Dates
Of Bells difcover! Nor the genuine Site

Of Abbot's Pantries! And may Godfłowe veil,
Deep from thy Eyes profane, her Gothic Charms!

THE

THE

PROGRESS of DISCONTENT.

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WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1746.

THEN now,
mature in claffic Knowledge
The joyful Youth is fent to College,

His Father comes, a Vicar plain,
At Oxford bred in Anna's Reign,
And thus in Form of humble Suitor,
Bowing, accofts a reverend Tutor.

"Sir, I'm a Glo'ftershire Divine,

"And this my eldest Son of nine;

My Wife's Ambition and my own

"Was that this Child fhould wear a Gown &

"I'll warrant that his good Behaviour "Will justify your future Favour;

"And for his parts, to tell the Truth,

My Son's a very forward Youth;

"Has Horace all by heart you'd wonder

"And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder,

If you'd examine-and admit him,

"A Scholarship would nicely fit hin:

"That he fucceeds 'tis ten to one

"Your vote and Intereft, Sir !-'Tis done;"

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