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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

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AMUSEMENTS Serious and Comical, Calculated for the Meridian of London.
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AMUSEMENTS Serious and Comical, Calculated for the Meridian of London.

Amusement I.


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[Stout should his Heart, and thoughtful be his Head]

Stout should his Heart, and thoughtful be his Head,
That would in slippery Paths with Judgment tread,
And tempt the Dangers which on Courts attend,
A smiling En'my, and a treach'rous Friend,

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As he of great Preferments waits the Call,
Certain to slip, and almost sure to fall.

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Amusement III.

[This Fabrick which at first was built]

This Fabrick which at first was built,
To be God's House of Pray'r,
And not to pamper Priests in Guilt,
Or hold a sleeping Mayor;
Once perish'd by the vengeful Flame,
Which all its Beauties raz'd,
Nor could its awful Patron's Name
Protect the Pile it grac'd.
But as it fell before, by Fire,
Which then destroy'd it whole,
So now to Heav'n its Heights aspire,
And rise again by Coal.

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[When Job contending with the Devil I saw]

When Job contending with the Devil I saw,
It did my Wonder, but not Pity draw:
For I concluded, that without some Trick,
A Saint at any time could match Old Nick.
Next, came a fiercer Fiend upon his Back,
I mean his Spouse, and stunn'd him with her Clack;

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But still I could not pity him, as knowing
A Crab-tree Cudgel soon would send her going.
But when the Quack engag'd with Job I spy'd,
The Lord have Mercy on poor Job, I cry'd,
What Spouse and Satan did attempt in vain,
The Quack will compass with his Murd'ring Pen,
And on a Dunghil leave poor Job agen.
With Impious Doggrel he'll pollute his Theme,
And make the Saint against his Will blaspheme.

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[Reader, beneath this Turf I lie]

Reader, beneath this Turf I lie,
And hold my self content,
Piss, if you please, pray what care I,
Since now my Life is spent:
A Marble Stone indeed might keep
My Body from the Weather,
And gather People as I sleep,
And call more Fools together:
But hadst thou been from whence I came,
Thou'dst never mince the matter,
But shew thy Sentiments the same,
And hate Stone-Doublets after.
I'm dead, and that's enough t'acquaint
A Man of any Sense,
That if he's looking for a Saint,
He must go farther hence.
Between two Roses down I fell,
As 'twixt two Stools a Platter;
One held me up exceeding well
T'other did no such matter:
The Rose by Temple-Bar gave Wine,
Exchang'd for Chalk; and fill'd me,
But being for the Ready Coin,
The Rose in Wood-street kill'd me.

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Amusement VI.

GALLANTRY.

Our God and Soldier we alike adore,
Just at the brink of Danger, not before;
After Deliverance, they're alike requited,
Our God's forgotten, and our Soldier's slighted.