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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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Queries in Metre.
  
  
  
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Queries in Metre.

[Self-nam'd Athenians, let it, pray, be shown]

Quest.

Self-nam'd Athenians, let it, pray, be shown,
(For sure 'tis obvious to your mighty Wits)
Why Farts burn blue when through a Candle blown,
And yet that's yellow which the same A---e sh---ts?

[Hail, Bard Divine! unknown, we must adore]

Vol. 5. N. 11.

Hail, Bard Divine! unknown, we must adore,
Thy Eagle Pitch out-soars our haggard Flight:
Our glimm'ring Lamp within will flame no more,
Quench'd by too unsupportable a Light, &c.

[Tell me, ye Men of doughty Quill]

Quest.

Tell me, ye Men of doughty Quill,
And shew in Heraldry your Skill,

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Which Order's best, and valu'd most,
Knights of the Stocks, or of the Post?
Mistake me not, for I'm sincere,
I mean no Sham-Athenians here,
Altho' their Mansion of chief Fame
Stands by a Market of that Name:
Yet must I needs confess, their Writing
Deserves no other sort of Knighting;
Nor to a Sir can make Pretence,
Unless 'twere join'd with Reverence.

Quest.

Tell me, in fine, what Scorn is due to those,
Who bid us all our Doubts to them propose,
Yet answer none, where difficult and hard;
But call them Riddles, and not worth Regard?
When OEdipus, if we may credit Fame,
Clearing a Riddle, got a Hero's Name.
Excuse th'unequal Instance that I bring;
For what Comparison is in the Thing?
Athenian Rubbish, and a Theban King.