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The RAREE-SHOW;
Or, An Explication of the Oxford Almanack, 1716.
By Jeremiah Van Husen, a German Artist.
Masters! Behold, that pretty, little Boy,
Whom, early Pray'rs, for his Friends imploy;
He! who is plac'd, over-against those Scales,
Is, James the Third, Alias, The Prince of Wales.
For, say whate'er you will, about that Youth,
Believe me, Sirs, this is the Naked Truth.
Whom, early Pray'rs, for his Friends imploy;
He! who is plac'd, over-against those Scales,
Is, James the Third, Alias, The Prince of Wales.
For, say whate'er you will, about that Youth,
Believe me, Sirs, this is the Naked Truth.
That Figure, there, which leers on Master's Face,
And points to Oxford, Learn'd! and Loyal Place!
Has puzzled much the Wise, to know, if She,
His Cousin, Nurse, or else his Mother be;
But, in this Search, I think, they all have miss'd her;
Depend upon't, that's put there for his Sister.
And points to Oxford, Learn'd! and Loyal Place!
Has puzzled much the Wise, to know, if She,
His Cousin, Nurse, or else his Mother be;
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Depend upon't, that's put there for his Sister.
That smiling Parson, next, in Camisado,
Is one, about whom, Men have made much a-do.
Some call him Chev'rel, and some call him Trapp;
But, I can tell you, howe'er that may hap,
Who those three Persons are, which stand behind him;
The First is Doctor Phipps, Gentlemen, mind him.
The next is, or, may my End be a Rope,
That little, High-Church Rhimer, Poet P---
Or, that I may guess, a little, nigher,
Hang me, but it may happen to be Pr---
The hindmost! you may know him by his Air,
It is the thirsty, dry Vice-Chancellor.
See! how they all do promise, That the Rules,
Taught, in that Theatre, and in those Schools,
Shall tend to strengthen His, their Sovereign's Right,
For whom, as they have studied, so they'll fight.
Is one, about whom, Men have made much a-do.
Some call him Chev'rel, and some call him Trapp;
But, I can tell you, howe'er that may hap,
Who those three Persons are, which stand behind him;
The First is Doctor Phipps, Gentlemen, mind him.
The next is, or, may my End be a Rope,
That little, High-Church Rhimer, Poet P---
Or, that I may guess, a little, nigher,
Hang me, but it may happen to be Pr---
The hindmost! you may know him by his Air,
It is the thirsty, dry Vice-Chancellor.
See! how they all do promise, That the Rules,
Taught, in that Theatre, and in those Schools,
Shall tend to strengthen His, their Sovereign's Right,
For whom, as they have studied, so they'll fight.
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The Right and Center past, the Left beware on;
The First is Ormond, tho' some call him Aaron.
See! how he points, as tho' that he would say,
This self-same Loyal University,
Shall place this Crown, in Alma Mater's Hand,
Upon That Infant's Head, if I command.
Do'sn't the Scale, by Justice held, incline
T'wards him, to shew, that he has Right Divine?
And, what else means this circled Serpent's Tail,
But, that his Kingly Race shall never fail?
Thus Ormond spoke; but, you must know, they jest on
This Prophesie, since Carpenter took Preston;
And curse, in loudest Terms, since they've been crost here,
Their Bully Butler, and their General Forster.
The First is Ormond, tho' some call him Aaron.
See! how he points, as tho' that he would say,
This self-same Loyal University,
Shall place this Crown, in Alma Mater's Hand,
Upon That Infant's Head, if I command.
Do'sn't the Scale, by Justice held, incline
T'wards him, to shew, that he has Right Divine?
And, what else means this circled Serpent's Tail,
But, that his Kingly Race shall never fail?
Thus Ormond spoke; but, you must know, they jest on
This Prophesie, since Carpenter took Preston;
And curse, in loudest Terms, since they've been crost here,
Their Bully Butler, and their General Forster.
Gentlemen! You're very Welcome; and, I hope, you're all well satisfy'd.
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