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The Pensioners.
Let noble Sir Positive lead the Van,
That only all-doing unerrable Man,
What pity it is that his Life's but a Span?
Which no body can deny.
That only all-doing unerrable Man,
What pity it is that his Life's but a Span?
Which no body can deny.
He's fain to be help'd to get up and ride,
Whene'er his fair Wife he is pleas'd to bestride,
Yet he'd rule the World was it ten times as wide:
Which, &c.
Whene'er his fair Wife he is pleas'd to bestride,
Yet he'd rule the World was it ten times as wide:
Which, &c.
Ch--- M---gue too will lose no more time,
He'll strive to get Pence, and give over his Rhyme,
With Poets no more, but with Knaves he will chime:
Which, &c.
He'll strive to get Pence, and give over his Rhyme,
With Poets no more, but with Knaves he will chime:
Which, &c.
When with underling Members he's pleas'd to carouse,
He modestly tells them he governs the House,
Others say that the Mountain will bring out a Mouse:
Which, &c.
He modestly tells them he governs the House,
Others say that the Mountain will bring out a Mouse:
Which, &c.
J--- H--- does not in the least think it base
To forswear ever having, and then take a Place,
It makes a Blot in his Name, but no Blush in his Face:
Which, &c.
To forswear ever having, and then take a Place,
It makes a Blot in his Name, but no Blush in his Face:
Which, &c.
Sir Wittyfool ------, that frivolous Wight,
He values so little the being in the right,
That for Sixpence a Line a set Speech he'll indite:
Which, &c.
He values so little the being in the right,
That for Sixpence a Line a set Speech he'll indite:
Which, &c.
With Paper in hand he'll start up from his Seat,
And prove Excise will beat down the Price of Neat,
Tho he has no Preferment, he's paid for the Feat:
Which, &c.
And prove Excise will beat down the Price of Neat,
Tho he has no Preferment, he's paid for the Feat:
Which, &c.
------ will have no Place, but his Son he puts in,
The Cheat is too shallow, the Mask is too thin,
When the Knave and the Fool are so near akin:
Which, &c.
The Cheat is too shallow, the Mask is too thin,
When the Knave and the Fool are so near akin:
Which, &c.
297
Whate'er the King does is suppos'd to be well,
Or else it with laughing would make the Spleen swell,
That a Boy's made a Teller, that six cannot tell:
Which, &c.
Or else it with laughing would make the Spleen swell,
That a Boy's made a Teller, that six cannot tell:
Which, &c.
There's H---s is dapper and pert without Wit,
With a Place he sets up for a Politick Chit,
And my Lord my Father says for it he's fit:
Which, &c.
With a Place he sets up for a Politick Chit,
And my Lord my Father says for it he's fit:
Which, &c.
That trifling Projector Squire O---
To make clear with the King was shrewdly put to't,
Now his Debt is discharg'd, and he'as a Place to boot:
Which, &c.
To make clear with the King was shrewdly put to't,
Now his Debt is discharg'd, and he'as a Place to boot:
Which, &c.
Sir S--- that bluster'd more than the North Wind,
Till the Court without reason became very kind,
Is grown into a Knave from a Clown half refin'd:
Which, &c.
Till the Court without reason became very kind,
Is grown into a Knave from a Clown half refin'd:
Which, &c.
The Scrivener Cuckold so proud he is grown
Of his Wealth and his Place, tho it was never known,
That to such a Toad-stool such Favour was shown:
Which, &c.
Of his Wealth and his Place, tho it was never known,
That to such a Toad-stool such Favour was shown:
Which, &c.
Ne'er was better Bargain than for honest H--- G---
His own Conscience to sell other Mens to buy,
There's nothing well done but he's sure to say, fie!
Which, &c.
His own Conscience to sell other Mens to buy,
There's nothing well done but he's sure to say, fie!
Which, &c.
Vice-Chamberlain in England he waits,
While his Master abroad is expos'd to the Fates,
He's as pert and as simple as Master Bates:
Which, &c.
While his Master abroad is expos'd to the Fates,
He's as pert and as simple as Master Bates:
Which, &c.
There's M--- the brisk Knight, and C--- the grave Squire,
At last by Preferment have got their Desire,
All good Men must wish they were yet set higher:
Which, &c.
At last by Preferment have got their Desire,
All good Men must wish they were yet set higher:
Which, &c.
R--- and L--- those two precious Beagles of State,
Are much overpaid for their sensless Prate,
When Knaves may be had at so cheap a rate:
Which, &c.
Are much overpaid for their sensless Prate,
When Knaves may be had at so cheap a rate:
Which, &c.
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The one's a plump Sot, th'other foolishly lean,
Tho they ask Men no Bribe, they must know what they mean,
Should you scour 'em all o'er their Hands would not be clean:
Which, &c.
Tho they ask Men no Bribe, they must know what they mean,
Should you scour 'em all o'er their Hands would not be clean:
Which, &c.
B--- and A--- are hir'd to be in a heat,
They're both so well known, they no Man can cheat,
Yet they're paid by the day, and sometimes by the Great:
Which, &c.
They're both so well known, they no Man can cheat,
Yet they're paid by the day, and sometimes by the Great:
Which, &c.
The two Winchester Geese would be just like their Dad,
Could they tell how to get Wit enough to be mad,
In py'd Coats those Bawlers by right should be clad:
Which, &c.
Could they tell how to get Wit enough to be mad,
In py'd Coats those Bawlers by right should be clad:
Which, &c.
L--- is honest, and A--- is wise,
No Man can except against T---d and G---,
They plainly show all the sure way to rise:
Which, &c.
No Man can except against T---d and G---,
They plainly show all the sure way to rise:
Which, &c.
The Men in blue Coats with their Trowsers all red,
Tho not paid for their fighting, 'tis commonly said
For voting they are not so well taught as fed:
Which, &c.
Tho not paid for their fighting, 'tis commonly said
For voting they are not so well taught as fed:
Which, &c.
C--- S--- swears his Luck was not kind,
In being so hurry'd away by fair Wind,
That he left his Father's S--- behind:
Which, &c.
In being so hurry'd away by fair Wind,
That he left his Father's S--- behind:
Which, &c.
If then he had landed upon the French Plain,
Tho for his own Life he was not in pain,
Yet the Officer kill'd, the Member had been slain:
Which, &c.
Tho for his own Life he was not in pain,
Yet the Officer kill'd, the Member had been slain:
Which, &c.
His Brother C--- he held up his Nose,
Each Moment his Pride and his Knavery grows,
Yet with all that he looks like the Drawers at the Rose:
Which, &c.
Each Moment his Pride and his Knavery grows,
Yet with all that he looks like the Drawers at the Rose:
Which, &c.
Tom F--- pretends to be wonderful sly,
Yet sure without taking much Labour to pry,
One may see that both sober and drunk he's a Spy:
Which, &c.
Yet sure without taking much Labour to pry,
One may see that both sober and drunk he's a Spy:
Which, &c.
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The Cherry-cheek'd Hero that rules on the Main,
Has just Wit enough not to love to be slain,
Tho he's plump in the Face, yet he's lank in the Brain:
Which, &c.
Has just Wit enough not to love to be slain,
Tho he's plump in the Face, yet he's lank in the Brain:
Which, &c.
His soft-headed Cousins have no cause to bemoan,
That the Chief of their Tribe has not his Head on,
His Death got 'em Places, or else they'd had none:
Which, &c.
That the Chief of their Tribe has not his Head on,
His Death got 'em Places, or else they'd had none:
Which, &c.
'Tis enough to throw the Government down,
When 'tis grown the reigning Jest of the Town,
That the P---rs live at the Rose and Crown:
Which, &c.
When 'tis grown the reigning Jest of the Town,
That the P---rs live at the Rose and Crown:
Which, &c.
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