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Letter to C---W.
Here take this W---, spread it up and down,
Thou second scandal Carrier of the Town;
Thy Trapstick Legs, and foolish puny Face,
Look as if Nature meant thee for an Ass.
In this vocation thou'lt grow greater far
Than e'er thou'lt do by Stratagems of War.
Waste not thy Time, nor hurt thy tender Lungs
In going up and down to sing new Songs.
But yet in time of Julian's Fate beware;
More secret be, or you may lose an Ear.
I'll tell thee now where Libels may be had,
Who are the Benefactors of the Trade.
Thou second scandal Carrier of the Town;
Thy Trapstick Legs, and foolish puny Face,
Look as if Nature meant thee for an Ass.
In this vocation thou'lt grow greater far
Than e'er thou'lt do by Stratagems of War.
Waste not thy Time, nor hurt thy tender Lungs
In going up and down to sing new Songs.
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More secret be, or you may lose an Ear.
I'll tell thee now where Libels may be had,
Who are the Benefactors of the Trade.
Cholm--- has Satyr for his Province chose,
The only way he dares attack his Foes,
Not in smooth Verse but rough ill-natur'd Prose.
Laughing at all, which yet may Justice seem,
For long we know the Town has laugh'd at him.
He oft has aim'd at Love, but ne'er cou'd hit;
And now wou'd put ill Nature off for Wit.
For all his Dressing, and his Foppish Train,
He and his Sister ogle it in vain,
The Ladies he, and she the cruel Men.
The only way he dares attack his Foes,
Not in smooth Verse but rough ill-natur'd Prose.
Laughing at all, which yet may Justice seem,
For long we know the Town has laugh'd at him.
He oft has aim'd at Love, but ne'er cou'd hit;
And now wou'd put ill Nature off for Wit.
For all his Dressing, and his Foppish Train,
He and his Sister ogle it in vain,
The Ladies he, and she the cruel Men.
And that we may to all due Justice render,
Exeter's Songs most move the Maidens tender;
Yet Lady Bridget does so cruel prove,
Six Songs a day can't her Compassion move.
Never for Women was so bad a time,
Baseness in Men is grown a common Crime,
Which Frazier does lament in tender Rhyme.
Exeter's Songs most move the Maidens tender;
Yet Lady Bridget does so cruel prove,
Six Songs a day can't her Compassion move.
Never for Women was so bad a time,
Baseness in Men is grown a common Crime,
Which Frazier does lament in tender Rhyme.
Parsons set up for a Pindarick Spark,
Pindar himself did never write more dark;
So rough his Numbers, and such Mystick sense,
Sarsfield himself scarce knows who 'tis he means.
Pindar himself did never write more dark;
So rough his Numbers, and such Mystick sense,
Sarsfield himself scarce knows who 'tis he means.
Baber has left the Panegyrick strain,
And now to Ballad-making turns his Brain,
At which Will Wh---on long has strove in vain;
From that dull Fop what could expected be,
The dullest of that senseless Family?
And now to Ballad-making turns his Brain,
At which Will Wh---on long has strove in vain;
From that dull Fop what could expected be,
The dullest of that senseless Family?
Sackville wants leisure to attend his Muse,
His time's so taken up with these Reviews,
And Skipwith with his Grannam of a Spouse.
His time's so taken up with these Reviews,
And Skipwith with his Grannam of a Spouse.
Old Griff. once did write, but now has done,
And wisely sets himself to teach his Son
Those Rules by which he grows a Fop compleat,
And when he is as Old will be as Great.
And wisely sets himself to teach his Son
Those Rules by which he grows a Fop compleat,
And when he is as Old will be as Great.
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His Neighbour Fenw--- with his antick Face,
These 40 Years has studied French Grimace;
In ogling C---wright his Delight does place.
Yet so unhappy does his Passion prove,
She takes it all for Dotage not for Love:
VVhile poor Frank Villers, full of awful Fears,
And tender Love, has follow'd many Years;
Yet no reward his constant Passion claims,
But that he may enjoy her in his Dreams.
His Sister does him Service with his Friend,
But Mrs. Nancy to her cost does find,
Her feeble Charms are by her Friends out-shin'd:
Yet strives by Art her Comrade to outdo,
Counterfeit Beauty must give way to true;
And yet the meanest Beauty claims a part,
E'en Swan can move with her old rotten Heart.
These 40 Years has studied French Grimace;
In ogling C---wright his Delight does place.
Yet so unhappy does his Passion prove,
She takes it all for Dotage not for Love:
VVhile poor Frank Villers, full of awful Fears,
And tender Love, has follow'd many Years;
Yet no reward his constant Passion claims,
But that he may enjoy her in his Dreams.
His Sister does him Service with his Friend,
But Mrs. Nancy to her cost does find,
Her feeble Charms are by her Friends out-shin'd:
Yet strives by Art her Comrade to outdo,
Counterfeit Beauty must give way to true;
And yet the meanest Beauty claims a part,
E'en Swan can move with her old rotten Heart.
Yarbor--- her Wisdom in young L---er shows,
One fit to make a patient Cuckold chose.
One fit to make a patient Cuckold chose.
S---th's Conquests are too great to be reveal'd,
And like her Pleasures ought to be conceal'd;
The rest too mean to have in Verse a place,
Here, as at Court, shall unregarded pass.
And like her Pleasures ought to be conceal'd;
The rest too mean to have in Verse a place,
Here, as at Court, shall unregarded pass.
Next Ishams Wife, now Devonsh--- is gone,
Can boast of senseless Willoug--- alone;
By Nature made for one another fit,
For Beauty is as nauseous as his Wit.
Can boast of senseless Willoug--- alone;
By Nature made for one another fit,
For Beauty is as nauseous as his Wit.
But to Kild--- all Beauty sure must yield,
The Park and Plays are with her Lovers fill'd.
The mighty Roch--- who rules our State,
By Presents shows his Love at no small rate.
Her pimping Father got young Fox's place,
Not by his Merit, but his Daughter's Face.
Devonsh--- Passion all his Actions show;
Because he loves her, Monstross does so too;
Scarf--- and D'Arcy both her Captives prove,
So hard it is to know her and not love.
The Park and Plays are with her Lovers fill'd.
The mighty Roch--- who rules our State,
By Presents shows his Love at no small rate.
Her pimping Father got young Fox's place,
Not by his Merit, but his Daughter's Face.
Devonsh--- Passion all his Actions show;
Because he loves her, Monstross does so too;
Scarf--- and D'Arcy both her Captives prove,
So hard it is to know her and not love.
Disbanded Manch--- when will he go,
And in the Spanish Court his dancing show?
He looks already with his formal Air,
More like a Spanish Don than English Peer;
And that he may a well-bred Spark become,
Let him take Denmark in his Journy home.
There's one Peer more we well may wish away,
His own dear Cousin flattering Capt. Gray.
And in the Spanish Court his dancing show?
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More like a Spanish Don than English Peer;
And that he may a well-bred Spark become,
Let him take Denmark in his Journy home.
There's one Peer more we well may wish away,
His own dear Cousin flattering Capt. Gray.
The Powis Daughters now fill up the Court,
Did ever Wales such monstrous things bring forth?
It shows some sense when nauseous Creatures hide:
But that to show themselves should be their Pride,
Tells us their Wit is worse than their Outside.
Did ever Wales such monstrous things bring forth?
It shows some sense when nauseous Creatures hide:
But that to show themselves should be their Pride,
Tells us their Wit is worse than their Outside.
Twice jilted Co---ry, now thy Fortune try,
The Widow Arran ne'er did Man deny;
Sh---ry and twenty more have found her easy,
This is a Quality will surely please ye.
The Widow Arran ne'er did Man deny;
Sh---ry and twenty more have found her easy,
This is a Quality will surely please ye.
King John, who Cheating has his business made,
Has bought the Widow o'er Nor---ton's Head;
This Match was ne'er in Heaven made, but Hell;
All wish 'em join'd, for none wish either well.
Has bought the Widow o'er Nor---ton's Head;
This Match was ne'er in Heaven made, but Hell;
All wish 'em join'd, for none wish either well.
Methinks I see the Brandy Bowl go round,
The drunken Countess wallowing on the Ground,
With Horns instead of Bays the Hero crown'd.
The drunken Countess wallowing on the Ground,
With Horns instead of Bays the Hero crown'd.
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