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Carolina

or, Loyal Poems. By Tho. Shipman

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ARREARS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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ARREARS.

1679.
To the Honourable Mrs. Chaworth.
To you I have such Rents to pay;
In Policy I should not stay;
If from my self I knew to run away.
Your Cottage tho is in repair;
The inward Rooms well furnisht are;
The Windows glaz'd, and Roof new thatcht with Hair.
Your Tenant clad in Scarlet Vest,
Carouzing Clarret of the best
Within the Lodging-Chamber of my Breast.
High fares he with no ill intent;
For if he starve,—You lose your Rent;
Since none, but he, can farm the Tenement.
My hopes of thriving are decay'd;
Wire-drawing Wit in Rhyme's my Trade;
And I no store of Bullion have for aid.
Small stocks in Country trades may do;
Ev'n Pedlers there deserve a view:
As little Gold beat thin will make a shew.
A smutty Fancy, or bald Jest,
Profaneness in Hobb's Livery drest,
Serve for a Session's charge, or Churching-Feast.
This will not do in London-Town;
Not trusting without Money down:
Hence are their very Lawreats Bankrupts grown.

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Nor strange; Times so expensive are:
The Tripos once requir'd less care
To manage well, than now a Barbar's Chair.
To woo a Lady 'till she's fit,
Needs now more cost of Plot and Wit,
Than formerly to wed, and Children get.
Sack's influence once inspir'd the brain:
'Tis well if now it can maintain
Fit Reparties for th' Drawers witty Vein.
The Coffe-houses now admit
More Criticks, than the very Pit;
As prodigal of Treason, as of Wit.
Besides all these expensive ways;
I lavisht out, and writ two Playes;
Catching at Hope, I nothing got but Bayes.
Into the Country quite undone,
My Muse and I, both Bankrupts, run:
Like wandring Luther, with his bare-foot Nun.