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BURLESQUE.
Dear Hulse,
When
Ovid in his Exile wrote,
Low was his Verse, and barren was his Thought;
My Case is just the same, and for to mock it,
The Muse keeps equal Tenour with my Pocket;
And for th' Assurance of a modern Poet,
I think these Lines are Proof enough to show it.
Rest that, howe'er, as 'twill—can I be-song ye,
So as to get a little Cash among ye;
This Week, by Carrier-Haswel, you may send it,
And, may the Gods that guard the Roads defend it!
With that inspir'd, a gorgeous Sword I'll buy me,
And, plum'd with Hopes, to good Sir Robert hie me.
Present my self with this new-modell'd Trifle,
Which, should he chance to like, I'll lay my Life, He'll
Make every Wish, a Bard can frame, succeed,
And then my Muse, and I, are made indeed!
But stay—One Word forgot—with Love commend me,
To all such honest Fellows as befriend me
With their Subscriptions—But I cannot on
For Rhime—And so excuse your Pattison.
Low was his Verse, and barren was his Thought;
My Case is just the same, and for to mock it,
The Muse keeps equal Tenour with my Pocket;
And for th' Assurance of a modern Poet,
I think these Lines are Proof enough to show it.
Rest that, howe'er, as 'twill—can I be-song ye,
So as to get a little Cash among ye;
This Week, by Carrier-Haswel, you may send it,
And, may the Gods that guard the Roads defend it!
With that inspir'd, a gorgeous Sword I'll buy me,
And, plum'd with Hopes, to good Sir Robert hie me.
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Which, should he chance to like, I'll lay my Life, He'll
Make every Wish, a Bard can frame, succeed,
And then my Muse, and I, are made indeed!
But stay—One Word forgot—with Love commend me,
To all such honest Fellows as befriend me
With their Subscriptions—But I cannot on
For Rhime—And so excuse your Pattison.
P.S. Septemb. the twenty-fifth, or twenty-sixth
As to my Lodging, for a Date, t'en't fix'd.
As to my Lodging, for a Date, t'en't fix'd.
N. B. For Memorandum, you may put once
More, your Direction to your Friend, at Button's.
More, your Direction to your Friend, at Button's.
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