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To Mr. D'Urfey, upon his incomparable Ballads, call'd by him Lyrick Odes.

I

Thou Cur, half French, half English Breed;
Thou Mungrel of Parnassus,
To think tall Lines, run up to Seed,
Should ever tamely pass us.

II

Thou write Pindaricks, and be damn'd!
Write Epigrams for Cutlers;
None with thy Lyricks can be sham'd,
But Chamber-maids and Butlers.

III

In t'other World expect dry Blows;
No Tears can wash thy Stains out;
Horace will pluck thee by the Nose,
And Pindar beat thy Brains out.