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Epistle to John Bradshaw Esq;
II.
Sir, you may please to call to mind,
That Letters you did lately find
From me, which I conceiv'd were very kind;
That Letters you did lately find
From me, which I conceiv'd were very kind;
So hearty kind, that by this hand Sir,
Briefly, I doe not understand Sir,
Why you should not vouchsafe some kind of answer.
Briefly, I doe not understand Sir,
Why you should not vouchsafe some kind of answer.
What though in Rhime y'are no proficient?
Your Love should not have been deficient,
When down-right Prose to me had been sufficient.
Your Love should not have been deficient,
When down-right Prose to me had been sufficient.
'Tis true, I know that you dare fight Sir,
But what of that? that will not fright Sir;
I know full well your Worship too can write Sir.
But what of that? that will not fright Sir;
I know full well your Worship too can write Sir.
Where the Peace therefore broken once is,
Unless you send some fair Rosponses,
I doubt there will ensue some broken Sconces.
Unless you send some fair Rosponses,
I doubt there will ensue some broken Sconces.
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Then dream not valour can befriend you,
For if I justly once suspend you,
Your Sanct'ary, nor your Club, can yet defend you;
For if I justly once suspend you,
Your Sanct'ary, nor your Club, can yet defend you;
But, fairly Sir, to work to goe;
What the Fiend is the matter, trow,
Should make you use an old Companion so?
What the Fiend is the matter, trow,
Should make you use an old Companion so?
I know the life you lead a-days,
And, like poor Swan, your foot can trace
From home to Pray'rs, thence to the forenam'd place:
And, like poor Swan, your foot can trace
From home to Pray'rs, thence to the forenam'd place:
And can you not from your Precation;
And your as daily Club-Potation,
To think of an old Friend find some vacation.
And your as daily Club-Potation,
To think of an old Friend find some vacation.
'Tis true you sent a little Letter,
With a great Present, which was better,
For which I must remain your humble Debtor,
With a great Present, which was better,
For which I must remain your humble Debtor,
But for th' Epistle, to be plain,
That's paid with Int'rest back again,
For I sent one as long at least as twain.
That's paid with Int'rest back again,
For I sent one as long at least as twain.
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Then mine was Rhime, and yours but Reason;
If therefore you intend t'appease one,
Let me hear from you in some mod'rate season.
If therefore you intend t'appease one,
Let me hear from you in some mod'rate season.
'Tis what y'are bound to by the tie
Of Friendship first, then Equity,
To which I'll add a third, call'd Charity.
Of Friendship first, then Equity,
To which I'll add a third, call'd Charity.
For one that's banish'd the Grand Mond
Would sometimes by his Friends be own'd,
'Tis comfort after whipping to be moan'd.
Would sometimes by his Friends be own'd,
'Tis comfort after whipping to be moan'd.
But though I'm damn'd t'a People here,
Than whom my Dog's much civiller,
I hear from you some twice or thrice a year.
Than whom my Dog's much civiller,
I hear from you some twice or thrice a year.
Saints that above are plac'd in Glory,
Unless the Papists tell a Story,
Commiserate poor Souls in Purgatory,
Unless the Papists tell a Story,
Commiserate poor Souls in Purgatory,
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Whilst you, Sir Captain, Heav'n remit ye,
Who live in Heav'n on Earth, the City,
On me, who live in Hell, can have no pity.
Who live in Heav'n on Earth, the City,
On me, who live in Hell, can have no pity.
In faith it looks unkind! pray mend it,
Write the least Scrip you will, and send it,
And I will bless and kiss the hand that pen'd it.
Write the least Scrip you will, and send it,
And I will bless and kiss the hand that pen'd it.
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