The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy ::

From a Poet that's proud of his Wit and his Parts,
From a Beauty that boasts of her conquering Hearts
From a false Irish Friend who'as Aversion to Farts.
Libera nos Domine.

From a Wife that's a Scold, and a Whore that is common,
From a Puritan Guide and a Priest that is Roman,
From the Gripes of the State and the Rage of a Woman.
Libera &c.

From the Flattery of Fools and Contempt of the Wise
From a Sicophant's Tales and Fanatical Lies,
From a Pastoral Wolf in a Shepherd's Disguise.
Libra, &c.

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From a prodigal Critick that always is snarling,
Who doats on his Muse as a wonderful Darling,
Altho she's too dull to supply him with Sterling.
Libera, &c.

From a talkative Coward that boasts of his Deeds,
From a Blockhead that Credits what ever he reads,
From our Heroes at home that take Towns in their Beds.
Libera, &c.

From the Fate of offending of those that defend us,
From a long Information and damn'd Inuendoes,
From the Saints that betray when they say they'll befriend us.
Libera, &c.

From the Rage of an upstart fanatical Mother,
From the Spleen of an Author that envies a Brother,
Who never affronted him one way or other.
Libera, &c.

199

From a Knave that will fawn for his sinester Ends,
From a Fool that foments a Dispute among Friends,
From a Man that for Pawn-brokers Interest lends.
Libera, &c.

From a miserly Cit that will brag of his Pelf,
From the Pride of a wealthy diminitive Elf.
From the Cinick that hates all the World but himself.
Libera, &c.

From a Tryal of Wit where a Fool is the Judge,
From a grave Radamanthus that bears an old Grudge,
From the Care of much Wealth or becoming a Drudge.
Libera, &c.

From the Pyrating Printer that gets nothing by't,
From the Blockhead that tells me which way I shall write,
From the Rimes of a Dunce full of Malice and Spite.
Libera, &c.

100

From a witty Cabal who are thirsting for Bays,
And advise us in Satyr to scrible in Praise,
Of a Worthy more fitting for them and their Lays.
Libera, &c.

From a troublesome Howlet that hoots in the Dark,
Whose Poetical Fire is no more than a Spark,
From the Whelps that will bite, not from those that will bark
Libera, &c.

From an Author with Envy just ready to burst,
From his wretched Epitomes damnably curst,
Cause he leaves out the best and collects all the worst,
Libera, &c.

From the Tale of a Tub, both in English and Latin,
With his Bagford and Bull and the Devil knows what in
To shew us that Fools must be writing or prating,
Libra, &c.

201

From a Man that is rigid, when Jack in an Offiice,
From the powerful Nods of a parcel of Sophies,
From a Prodigal Tool and a petulent Novice.
Libera, &c.

From the Mercy of those who had never Good Nature,
From the Power of him that's a Monarchy-Hater,
From the Frowns of a Bench and the Stings of a Satyr.
Libera, &c.

From the Saint that talks fair with Design to deceive,
From the Knave that does Mischief, then laughs in his Sleeve,
From the Party whose Maxim is not to forgive.
Libera, &c.

From a Man that abundance of Friendship pretends,
Who in publick his Bounty and Kindness extends,
But in private converts it to Sinister Ends.
Libera, &c.

202

From a Fop of Nice Honour who wears a long Sword,
That will Curse like a Scoundrel, and huff lik a Lord,
And is ready to draw if you speak a miss Word.
Libera, &c.

From a Bottle Companion who swears o'er the Creature,
He is so much your Friend that no Man can be greater,
But as soon as you part turns his Love into Satyr.
Libera, &c.

From a Cursed Repeater of Verses and Puns,
From a Pedant that's stuff'd with his Gerunds and Nouns
From the Parish Churchwardens, and Importunate Duns,
Libera, &c.

From Weavers and Tailors set up to be Teachers,
And Broken Fanaticks turn'd eminent Preachers.
From Sodomites, Flogsters, and such sort of Leachers.
Libera, &c.

203

From the Frenzy of Zeal creeping into our Brains,
From the Pox and the Prophets brought over from France
From depending on Friends and from dying by chance.
Libera, &c.

From the Frantick Opinions which many pursue,
From a Guide that's unlearn'd, and a Faith that is new
From believing News-Papers, as if they were true.
Libera, &c.

From the Miserly Wretch that dissembles and prays,
Who can temper his Conscience all manner of ways,
And amidst of his Villanies talk much of Grace.
Libera, &c.

From the Fangs of the Laws both the Common and Civil,
Brom the Bounds of a Jail, and the Pennyless Evil,
From a Bailiff, Informer, Umpho and the Devil.
Libera nos Domine.

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A new Litany very proper to be read by a merry Society over a Glass of good Liquor.