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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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Upon the Character of Codron, as 'tis drawn by the bungling Knight, in his Satyr against Wit.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Upon the Character of Codron, as 'tis drawn by the bungling Knight, in his Satyr against Wit.

By Col. Codrington.
How kind is Malice manag'd by a Sot,
Where no Design directs the Embryo Thought,
And Praise and Satyr stumble out by Lot.
The mortal Thrust to Codron's Heart design'd,
Proves a soft wanton Touch to charm his Mind.
Can M***nt***gue or D**rs***t higher soar?
Or can immortal Sh***ff***ld wish for more?
Brightness, Force, Justness, Delicacy, Ease,
Must form that Wit, that can the Ladies please.
No false affected Rules debauch their Taste,
No fruitless Toils their gen'rous Spirits waste,
Which wear a Wit into a Dunce at last.
No lumber Learning gives an awkward Pride,
False Maxims cramp not, nor false Lights misguide.
Voiture and W***lsh their easie Hours employ,
Voiture and W***lsh, oft read will never cloy.
With Care they guard the Musick of their Stile,
They fly from B***ly, and converse with B***le:
They steal no Terms, no Notions from the Schools,
The Pedant's Pleasure, and the Pride of Fools;
With native Charms their matchless Thoughts surprize,
Soft as their Souls, and beauteous as their Eyes:
Gay as the Light, and unconfin'd as Air,
Chast and sublime, all worthy of the Fair.
How then can a rough artless Indian Wit
The faultless Palates of the Ladies fit?
Codron will never stand so nice a Test,
Nor is't with Praise, fair Mouths oblige him best.

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Let others make a vain Parade of Parts,
Whilst Codron aims not at Applause, but Hearts.
Secure him those, and thou shalt name the rest,
Thy Spite shall chuse the worst, thy Taste the best.
He will his Health to Mirmil's Care resign,
He will with Buxtorf and with B---ly shine,
And be a Wit in any Way but thine,