The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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A Walk round London and Westminster.
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A Walk round London and Westminster.
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Upon OLD MAN's and YOUNG MAN's COFFEE-HOUSES.
[Nature, in Pity to our Pain]
Nature, in Pity to our Pain,And with design to ease us,
Has to her boundless Beauty joyn'd
A boundless Will to please us.
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[Their Care and Pains the Fair-ones do bestow]
Their Care and Pains the Fair-ones do bestow,Not to please God above, but Man below;
Who thinks them Saints, are damnably mistook,
They're only Saints and Angels in their Look.
[The Ladies here, their Lovers Hearts]
The Ladies here, their Lovers Hearts,By their Devotion win;
Tho' all is Rock and Stone without,
Yet all is soft within.
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[Fond Isra'l after Brazen Idols whor'd]
Fond Isra'l after Brazen Idols whor'd,Egyptian Meroe a Cat ador'd,
Fishes and Dogs her impious Zeal implor'd.
No Superstition, surely, cou'd allow
Respect to thee, and none but we cou'd bow
To such a brazen peevish Cur as thou.
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St. James's Park.
[The Colonels here in solemn manner meet]
The Colonels here in solemn manner meet,Not with a full Design the French to beat,
But to consult where they may nicely eat;
What Trusting Mortal sells the noblest Wine,
Where, free from Duns, they may securely dine.
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[Tyrant and Traytor then were Names unknown]
Tyrant and Traytor then were Names unknown,Nor Guards secur'd, nor Fears disturb'd a Throne:
Then Kings enjoy'd a long and happy Reign,
And slept as quiet as the meanest Swain;
Honour'd and Old, to Death did gently bend,
And without Blood to Proserpine descend.
Westminster Abbey.
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[All mortal things are subject to decay]
All mortal things are subject to decay,And when Fate summons, Monarchs must obey.
Upon the Compters.
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[Swift of Access is Ceres grizly Son]
Swift of Access is Ceres grizly Son,His Brazen Gates on ready Hinges turn:
But from Avernus, and the Realms of Night,
Upwards to move, and view the Æthereal Light;
This is the Task ------
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