Know, hapless flower, that thou fhalt find

More fragrant roses there;

I fee thy with'ring head reclin'd

With envy and despair!

One common fate we both muft prove;
You die with envy, I with love!"

Spare your comparisons, reply'd

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An angry Rose, who grew befide.

Of all mankind you should not flout us;
What can a poet do without us?
In ev'ry love-fong roses bloom;
We lend you colour and perfume.
Does it to Chloe's charms conduce
To found her praise on our abuse?
Muft we, to flatter her, be made

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To wither, envy, pine, and fade?

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THE JUGGLERS.

A JUGGLER long through all the town

Had rais'd his fortune and renown;
You'd think (fo far his art tranfcends)
The devil at his finger's ends.

Vice heard his fame, fhe read his bill; 5 Convinc'd of his inferior skill,

She fought his booth, and from the croud
Defy'd the man of art aloud.

Is this then he fo fam'd for flight?
Can this flow bungler cheat your fight?
Dares he with me difpute the prize?

I leave it to impartial eyes.

Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, 'tis done;

In science I fubmit to none.

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Thus faid. The cups and balls he play'd; 15
By turns, this here, that there, convey'd:
The cards, obedient to his words,

Are by a fillip turn'd to birds;
His little boxes change the grain,
Trick after trick deludes the train.

He shakes his bag, he fhews all fair,
His fingers spread, and nothing there,
Then bids it rain with showers of gold,
And now his iv'ry eggs are told,

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But, when from thence the hen he draws, 25 Amaz'd spectators hum applause.

Vice now stept forth, and took the place, With all the forms of his grimace.

This magick looking-glass, she cries, (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes.

Each eager eye the fight defir'd,

And ev'ry man himself admir'd.

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Next, to a fenator addreffing,

See this bank-note; observe the blessing :

Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone. Upon his lips a padlock fhone.

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A fecond puff the magick broke;

The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke.

Twelve bottles rang'd. upon the board All full, with heady liquor ftor'd,

By clean conveyance disappear,

And now two bloody fwords are there.
A purse she to a thief expos'd;
At once his ready fingers clos'd;
his fift, the treasure's fled;

opes

He
He fees a halter in its ftead.

She bids Ambition hold a wand:

He grafps a hatchet in his hand.

A box of charity she shows,

Blow here; and a church-warden blows;

"Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat,

And on the table smokes a treat.

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She shakes the dice, the board she knocks,

And from all pockets fills her box.

She next a meagre rake addrest

This picture fee; her fhape, her breast!
What youth, and what inviting eyes!
Hold her, and have her! With surprise,
His hand expos'd a box of pills,
And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills.

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A counter, in a miser's hand, Grew twenty guineas at command; She bids his heir the sum retain,

And 'tis a counter now again.

A guinea with her touch you fee
Take ev'ry shape but charity;

And not one thing you faw, or drew,
But chang'd from what was firft in view.
The juggler now, in grief of heart,
With this fubmiffion own'd her art.
Can I fuch matchless fleight withstand ?
How practice hath improv'd your hand!
But now and then I cheat the throng;
You ev'ry day, and all day long.

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THE DOG AND THE FOX.

TO A LAWYER.

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KNOW you lawyers can, with ease,
Twist words and meanings as you please;

That language, by your skill made pliant,
Will bend to favour ev'ry client;

That 'tis the fee directs the fense,

To make out either fide's pretenfe.

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When you perufe the clearest case,
You fee it with a double face;
For fcepticism's your profeffion;

You hold there's doubt in all expreffion.
Hence is the bar with fees fupply'd,
Hence eloquence takes either fide:

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Your hand would have but paultry gleaning,
Could ev'ry man express his meaning.

Who dares prefume to pen a deed,
Unless you previously are feed?

'Tis drawn; and, to augment the cast,
In dull prolixity engrost:

And now we're well secur'd by law,
Till the next brother find a flaw.

Read o'er a will. Was 't ever known
But you could make the will your own?
For, when you read, 'tis with intent
To find out meanings never meant.
Since things are thus, fe defendendo,
I bar fallacious inuendo.

Sagacious Porta's skill could trace
Some beast or bird in ev'ry face;
The head, the eye, the nose's shape,
Prov'd this an owl, and that an ape.
When, in the sketches thus defign'd,
Refemblance brings fome friend to mind,
You show the piece, and give the hint,
And find each feature in the print;

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