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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]

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The Old Sportsman: Or, the Antiquated Baronet, behind the Scenes.
  
  
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The Old Sportsman: Or, the Antiquated Baronet, behind the Scenes.

I

When first Sir Bob, that rusty Knight,
Appear'd upon the Stage,
All star'd at so Grotesque a Sight,
Nor seen since Alfred's Age.

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II

Some thought him done on Pastboard, Sir,
And some in Canvas woven;
None e'er imagin'd he could stir,
But when the Scenes were moven.

III

All wonder'd, in the Toupee Rows
To see so odd a Figure,
Amidst the limber, damag'd, Beaus,
So' inelegant a Vigour.

IV

But they were all mistaken much,
Nor had they him well sounded,
For as their Hearts, just his was such,
And just as much was wounded:

V

Not they with warmer Pleasure hear
When Polly', in soft Expression,
Engages the attentive Ear,
With—All is in my Possession

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VI

Then into Raptures does he stray,
And tender Passions takes,
Who ne'er before was mov'd they say,
But with the Plate, or Stakes.

VII

Thus, have I seen a Jew-trump Girl,
In Fields of Lincoln's-Inn,
A Bear, by Pow'r of Musick, whirl
Into extatic Grin:

VIII

Each shaggy Limb just Measure takes,
His frosty Nature fire,
Each Nerve with new Emotion shakes,
Touch'd by th'harmonious Lyre.