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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown

Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings

Brown, Thomas (1663-1704)

Volume 1.

[dedication]

Tho. Brown's Epitaph,

The Beauties, to Armida.

[Soteria Ormondiana] The same in English, upon the Recovery of the Duke of Ormond.

The beginning of the first Satire of Persius imitated.

A SATIRE against WOMAN.

A Satire on MARRIAGE.

A Satire upon the French King, on the Peace of Reswick.

Being committed for the foregoing Satire, he wrote the following Petition to the Lords in Council Assembled, by which he receiv'd his Enlargement from Prison.

A Satire upon an ignorant Quack, that murder'd a Friend's Child, and occasion'd the Mother, upon the News of it, to Miscarry.

An Inscription upon a Tobacco-Box.

To a Young Lady, who appeared frequently leaning out of her Chamber Window.

Upon a Lady's being disappointed by a young Scotch Lord.

The Temperate Epicure, written by that Celebrated Wit of France, Monsieur la Fountaine, when troubled with a Rheumatism.

An Epigram upon Sir R. B.

An EPIGRAM.

On a Blind Man in Love.

On the TAX upon SALT.

The Pleasures of LOVE.

Cupid turn'd Tinker.

The General LOVER.

A Tale from Bocas, or a Cure for Cuckoldom.

The Highlander, a Satire.

An Epigram, occasion'd by the News that Sir R--- Bl---re's Paraphrase upon Job was in the Press.

Upon the Knighting Sir R--- B---re, for his incomparable Poem call'd King Arthur.

Upon King Arthur, partly writ in the Doctor's Coach, and partly in a Coffee-House.

Upon seeing a Man light a Pipe of Tobacco in a Coffee-House with a Leaf of King Arthur.

Epigram, occasion'd by the Passage in the Satire against Wit, that reflects upon Mr. Tate, and ends thus: He's honest, and, as Wit comes in, will pay.

A Story of a Greek Chevalier, Predecessor in a direct Line to the British Knight.

To Elkanah Settle, the City-Poet.

To the Author of the Satire against Wit, upon concealing his Name.

On Job newly travestied by Sir R--- B---re.

To Sir R--- B---re, upon his unhappy Talent of Praising and Railing.

On Sir R--- B---re's Project to erect a Bank of Wit.

To Sir R--- B---re, on the two Wooden Horses before Sadlers-Hall.

Epigram upon King Arthur.

An Epitome of a Poem truly call'd, A Satire against Wit; done for the undeceiving of some Readers, who have mistaken the Panegyrick in that immortal Work for the Satire, and the Satire for the Panegyrick.

Epigram, Upon the Fortunate and Auspicious Reigns of Queen Elizabeth, of happy Memory, and our most Gracious Queen Ann.

To Mr. Dryden, on his Conversion.

Upon the Pensioners in the Parliament.

A Comical Panegyrick on that familiar Animal, by the Vulgar call'd a Louse: By Mr. Willis, of St. Mary-Hall, Oxon; with some Additions by Mr. Tho. Brown.

Upon the Anonymous Author of Legion's humble Address to the Lords.

To that most senseless Scoundrel, the Author of Legion's humble Address to the Lords, who wou'd persuade the People of England to leave the Commons, and depend upon the Lords.

A pleasant Dialogue beeween the Pillory and Daniel de Foe.

The last Observator: Or, The Devil in Mourning. A Dialogue between John Tutchin and his Countryman.

Advice to the Kentish Long-Tails, by the Wise Men of Gotham. In answer to their late sawcy Petition to the Parliament, 1701

To a Lady, whom he refus'd to Marry, because he lov'd her.

Jo. Haines's Reformation-Prologue, drest as a deep Mourner.

Jo. Haines's Reformation-Prologue.

On his Friend Owen Swan, at the Black Swan-Tavern in Bartholomew-Lane.

MR. SWAN'S ANSWER.

PLINY'S EPISTLES.

THE SECOND VOLUME OF THE WOKRS OF Mr. THO. BROWN. Containing LETTERS FROM THE Dead to the Living, And from the Living to the Dead. Both Serious and Comical.

THE Third Volume OF THE WORKS OF Mr. Thomas Brown, Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse.

THE Fourth and Last Volume OF THE WORKS OF Mr. THO. BROWN. CONTAINING

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MR. SWAN'S ANSWER.

I, Owen Swan, the most sincere and honest Man
That e'er drew Wine in Quart or Cann,
From Beersheba unto Dan,
Most humbly thanks you for your sage Epistle;
Tho' my Muse can't Sing, she'll strive to Whistle.
Your virtuous Gentlemen, the Rakes,
Last Night were in for Ale and Cakes,
(For Wine, I mean) but you'll forgive Mistakes.
The Wits, dear Brother,—
Are us'd to pardon one-another;
And may old Nick your humble take,
And as a Neighbour Brews, so may he never Bake,
If he'd not drink an Ocean for your sake.
My Verses limp; and, why? 'Tis meet
They keep proportion to the Feet
Of him who to his Cellar ran
To fill your Bottles,

OWEN SWAN.