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So first to preach a white-glov'd chaplain goes,
With band of lily, and with cheek of rofe,
Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim,
Let but the ladies fimile, and they are bleft:
Prodigious how the things protest, protest:
Peace, fools, or Gonfon will for papifts feize you,
If once he catch you at your fefu! Jesu!
But here's the captain that will plague them both,
So in immaculate cloaths, and symmetry
So much as at Rome would ferve to have thrown
And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a
Purfuevant would have ravifh'd him away
For faying our lady's pfalter. But 'tis fit
That they each other plague, they merit it.
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelesness, good fashion :
Whose cloak his fpurs tear, or whom he spits on,
To him; he rushes in, as if arm, arm,
And with a face as red, and as awry,
For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-crofs,
Scar'd at the grizly forms, I fweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er, like a discover'd fpy.
Courts are too much for wits fo weak as mine: Charge them with Heav'n's artill'ry, bold divine!
He meant to cry; and though his face be as ill
Tir'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd fo
Go, through the great chamber (why is it hung
* The room hung with old tapestry, representing the feven deadly fins.
† A giant famous in romances.
From fuch alone the Great rebukes endure,
To wash the ftains away: although I yet
M TWO DIALOGUES:
Written in MDCCXXXVIII,
FR.NOT twice a twelvemonth* you appear in print,
And when it comes, the court fee nothing in't.
You grow correct, that once with rapture writ,
Decay of parts, alas! we all must feel— Why now, this moment, don't I fee you steal? "Tis all from Horace; Horace long before ye Said, "Tories call'd him Whig, and Whigs a Tory;" And taught his Romans, in much better metre, "To laugh at fools who put their truft in Peter." IO But Horace, Sir, was delicate, was nice;
Bubo obferves § he lafh'd no fort of vice:
* These two lines are from Horace and the only lines that are so in the whole poem.
Some guilty perfon very fond of making such an observation.
Horace would fay, Sir Billy ferv'd the crown,
Blunt could do bus'nefs, H-ggins knew the town;
In Sappho touch the failings of the sex,
In rev'rend bishops note some small neglects,
Who cropt our ears §, and fent them to the king.
Could please at court, and make AUGUSTUS fimile: 20
His friend and fhame, and was a kind of screen.
Go fee Sir ROBERT.
P. See Sir ROBERT!-hum
And never laugh-for all my life to come?
He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
F. Why yes with Scripture ftill you may be free;
A horse-laugh, if you please, at honesty;
A joke on JEKYL, or fome odd old whig,
Formerly jailor of the Fleet-prifon, enriched himself by many exactions, for which he was tried and expelled.
Said to be executed by the captain of a Spanish fhip on one Jenkins, a captain of an English one. He cut off his ears, and bid him carry them to the king his master.
A phrafe, by common ufe, uppropriated to the first minifter.
Sir Jofeph Jekyl, Mafter of the Rolls, a true whig in his principles, and a man of the utmost probity. He fometimes voted against the court, which drew upon him the laugh here defcribed of ONE who bestowed it equally upon religion and honefty. He died a few months after the publication of this poem.