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The Twickenham Hotch-Potch

For the Use of the Rev. Dr. Swift, Alexander Pope, Esq.; and Company. Being a sequel to the Beggars Opera, &c. Containing, I. The State of Poetry, and Fate of Poets, in the Reign of King Charles IId. II. Seriousities and Comicalities, by Peter Henning, a Dutchman. III. Two Dozen of Infallible Maxims, for Court and City. IV. The Present War among Authors, viz. Swift, Pope, Theobald, Rolli, Voltaire, Parson B---dy, and Mr. Ozell. V. The Rival Actresses, viz. Mrs. O---d, Mrs. P---r, Mrs. B---h, Miss Y---ger and Miss Polly Peachum. VI. A Poetical Catalogue of Polly Peachum's Gallants. VII. An Epistle from Signora F---na to a Lady. VIII. A True Copy of Polly Peachum's Opera. Also, her Panegyrick. Written by Caleb D'Anvers [i.e. Nicholas Amhurst]

Amhurst, N. (1697-1742)

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Seriosities and Comicalities By Way of HOTCH-POTCH, BY Peter Henning, a Dutchman,

Two Dozen of Useful MAXIMS.

[Yet, dear Poll, you may]

The following Lines being sent to the Author as an Answer to the foregoing Ballad, he, to shew what he published was not done out of Malice to Polly Peachum, has hereunto annexed them, having so much Value for the Female Sex as to give Fair Play to a Fair Woman.

EPIGRAM, To Miss Beswick, alias Fenton, alias Polly Peachum.

AN EPISTLE FROM Signora F---A TO A LADY.

Polly Peachum's OPERA:

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The following Lines being sent to the Author as an Answer to the foregoing Ballad, he, to shew what he published was not done out of Malice to Polly Peachum, has hereunto annexed them, having so much Value for the Female Sex as to give Fair Play to a Fair Woman.

I

Pray, Sir, who are you
That thus dares to shew
Polly's Pranks to open View,
And so loud expose her;
Cruel Bard,
This is hard,
No Regard
To Poll, nor those that knows her;
For you do Lampoon 'em all,
For you do Lampoon 'em all,
As well as pretty Poll.

II

Are you Pimp or Spy
That does thus descry
Poll's Gallants, and where they lie,
L---s and G---'d Cullies:
Can't your Muse
Something chuse
From the Stews
Of Common Whores and Bullies;
But maliciously you fall,
But maliciously you fall,
On pretty, pretty Poll.

III

Poll performs her Parts
With such Grace and Arts,
That each Night she conquers Hearts,
Both in Pit and Boxes;
Then refrain,
Be'nt so plain,
Do not stain
Poll with common Doxies;
For she does Charm us all,
For she does Charm us all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.

IV

Since Poll has gain'd Applause,
All vindicate her Cause,
And prodigious Crowds she draws,
All conspire to Clap her;
The House rings,
When she Sings,
Must such Things
Vanish in a Vapour;
No, she out-shines them all,
No, she out-shines them all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.