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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Mart. Epig. 5. l. 2.
Ne valeam si non totis, Deciane, diebus,
Et tecum totis Noctibus esse velim.
Et tecum totis Noctibus esse velim.
In some vile Hamlet let me live forgot,
Small Beer my Portion, and no Wine my lot:
To some worse Fiend in Church-Indentures bound,
Than ancient Job, or modern Sherlock found.
And with more Aches plagu'd, and Pains, and Ills;
Than fill our Salmon's Works, or Tilburgh's Bills;
If 'tis not still the burden of my Prayer
The Night with you, with you the Day to share.
But Sir, (and the Complaint you know is true)
Two damn'd long Miles there lie 'twixt me and you;
And these two Miles, by help of Calculation,
Make four, by that I've reach'd my Habitation.
You're near Sage Will's, the Land of Mirth and Claret;
I live stow'd up in a White-Chappel Garret:
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Flatter'd with Thoughts of the succeeding Bliss,
I'm told you're gone to the vexatious Hall,
Where with eternal Lungs the Lawyers bawl?
Or else stole out, some Female Friend to see;
Or, what's as bad, you're not at Home for me.
Two Miles I've at your service, and that's civil,
But to trudge four, and miss you, is the Devil.
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