The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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A Song by a Musician against Poetry.
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A Song by a Musician against Poetry.
Poetry
's Fabulous, Loose, and Prophane;
For Truth you must never depend-on't;
It's Juvenal Froth of a Frenzicall Brain,
Hung with Jingling Tags at the end-on't.
Poets are poor, full of Whimsie and Flight,
For Amorous Fops to delight-in;
They're Fools if they write, 'less they get Mony by't,
And they're Blockheads that pay 'em for Writing.
For Truth you must never depend-on't;
It's Juvenal Froth of a Frenzicall Brain,
Hung with Jingling Tags at the end-on't.
Poets are poor, full of Whimsie and Flight,
For Amorous Fops to delight-in;
They're Fools if they write, 'less they get Mony by't,
And they're Blockheads that pay 'em for Writing.
Chorus.
Their soft PanegyricIs Praise beyond Merit
Their Lampoon and Satyr
Is Spight and Ill-nature;
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Are Fables and Fancies;
Their Drolls and their Farces,
Are bald as our Arses.
Their Figures and Similies only are fit,
To please the Dull Fool that gives Money for Wit.
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