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A pleasant Battel between two Lap-Dogs of the Utopian Court. Or a Dialogue between Sleep and Awake, Jest and Earnest, Reality and Fancy: Being fought upon the new erected Dog-Pit, lately contriv'd purposely upon this Occasion as aforesaid in the Anti-Chamber of the said Court, where it was fought with great Applause, Satisfaction and Content of the Company there present: But by reason of the Author's Drowzy Disposition, being late at Night, and he inclin'd to sleep, he would crave your favourable Censure of this his Pains, and judg of them as you find occasion. Printed in 1681.
Enter two Lap-Dogs, Tutty and Snap-short.Reader,
Wise
Æsop thought it no Mistake
To make brute Beasts, as well as Men to speak:
Why may not I, like him, in harmless Rhimes,
Bring Brutes to speak against the brutish times?
When Sin swells high, it needs a sharp Correction:
I'll give you here a brief yet full Collection,
By such a Catalogue of nasty Sin,
As Sodom almost loath'd to wallow in:
First, I present two Lap-Dogs on the Stage,
Who strike the hidden Vices of the Age,
With so much Vigour, as it will surprize
Your Senses all, your Hearts, your Ears, your Eyes:
The English Lap-Dog here does first begin
The Vindication of his Lady Gw---n.
The other much more Frenchify'd, alas,
Shews what his Lady is, not what she was.
From Words they rise to Blows, as People say,
Occasioned a sharp and bloody Fray.
The Ladies looking on, each back'd her Cur,
Until they made such a foul filthy stir,
As set all in an Uproar: this was Sport
Did highly please the grand Utopian Court.
The Battel being ended I awoke,
And all the Vision vanish'd into Smoak.
To make brute Beasts, as well as Men to speak:
Why may not I, like him, in harmless Rhimes,
Bring Brutes to speak against the brutish times?
When Sin swells high, it needs a sharp Correction:
I'll give you here a brief yet full Collection,
By such a Catalogue of nasty Sin,
As Sodom almost loath'd to wallow in:
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Who strike the hidden Vices of the Age,
With so much Vigour, as it will surprize
Your Senses all, your Hearts, your Ears, your Eyes:
The English Lap-Dog here does first begin
The Vindication of his Lady Gw---n.
The other much more Frenchify'd, alas,
Shews what his Lady is, not what she was.
From Words they rise to Blows, as People say,
Occasioned a sharp and bloody Fray.
The Ladies looking on, each back'd her Cur,
Until they made such a foul filthy stir,
As set all in an Uproar: this was Sport
Did highly please the grand Utopian Court.
The Battel being ended I awoke,
And all the Vision vanish'd into Smoak.
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Tutty it seems beat Snap-short, and the Bell
Tutty bears home in Victory: Farewel.
Tutty bears home in Victory: Farewel.
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