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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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An Imitation of an Epigram 44. in Mart. lib. 3.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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An Imitation of an Epigram 44. in Mart. lib. 3.

Occurit tibi nemo quod libenter, &c.

That Cousins, Friends, and Strangers fly thee,
Nay, thy own Sister can't sit nigh thee;
That all Men thy Acquaintance shun,
And into Holes and Corners run,
Like Irish Beau from English Dun,
The Reason's plain, and if thou'd'st know it,
Thou'rt a most damn'd repeating Poet.
Not Bayliff sow'r, with horrid Beard,
Is more in poor Alsatia fear'd,
Since the stern Parliament of late
Has stript of ancient Rights their State:
Not Tygers, when their Whelps are missing;
Nor Serpents in the Sun-shine hissing;
Nor Snake in Tail that carries rattle;
Nor Fire, nor Plague, nor Blood, nor Battle,
Is half so dreaded by the Throng,
As thy vile persecuting Tongue.
If e'er the restless Clack that's in it
Gives thy Head leave to think a Minute,
Think what a Pennance we must bear
Thy damn'd Impertinence to hear.
Whether I stand, or run, or sit,
Thou still art i'th' repeating Fit;
Weary'd I seek a Nap to take,
But thy curst Muse keeps me awake.
At Church too, when the Organ's blowing,
Thy louder Pipe is still a going.

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Nor Park, nor Bagnio's from thee free,
All Places are alike to thee.
Learn Wisdom once, at a Friend's instance,
From the two Fellows at St. Dunstan's;
Make not each Man thou meet'st a Martyr;
But strike like them but once a Quarter.