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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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Being committed for the foregoing Satire, he wrote the following Petition to the Lords in Council Assembled, by which he receiv'd his Enlargement from Prison.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Being committed for the foregoing Satire, he wrote the following Petition to the Lords in Council Assembled, by which he receiv'd his Enlargement from Prison.

PINDARICK.

Humbly Sheweth,

Shou'd you order Tho. Brown,
To be whip'd thro' the Town,
For scurvy Lampoon,

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Grave S---n and Crown,
Their Pens wou'd lay down.
Even Durfey himself, and such merry Fellows,
That put their whole Trust in Tunes and Trangdilloes,
May hang up their Harps and themselves on the Willows,
For if Poets are punish'd for libelling Trash,
John Dryden, tho' Sixty, may yet fear the Lash,
No Pension, no Praise,
Much Birch without Bays,
These are not right Ways,
Our Fancy to raise,
To the writing of Plays,
And Prologues so witty,
That jirk at the City,
And now and then hit,
Some Spark in the Pit,
So hard and so pat,
'Till he hides with his Hat,
His monstrous Cravat,
The Pulpit alone,
Can never preach down,
The Fops of the Town.
Then pardon Tho. Brown,
And let him write on;
But if you had rather, convert the poor Sinner,
His foul Mouth may be stop'd with a Dinner;
Give him Cloaths to his Back, some Meat, and much Drink,
Then clap him close Prisoner without Pen and Ink,
And your Petitioner shall neither Pray, Write, nor Think.
THOMAS BROWN.