XIII. The conntry wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown, Are beft by thee exprets'd; and thine in thee alone. XIV. The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All eft in peace at laft, ep eternally. VI, E. of DORSET, ARTEMIS I A. THO' Artemifia talks, by fits, Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits; Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, On her large fquab you find her spread, That lies and ftinks in ftate. She wears no colours (fign of grace) All white and black befide: And mafculine her ftride. So have I feen, in black and white Majestically stalk; A ftately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, All flutter, pride, and talk. PHR PHRYNE had talents for mankind, Like fome free port of trade : Her learning and good breeding fuch, Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes, In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades, So have I known those Infects fair Still vary shapes and dyes; Still gain new Titles with new forms; Then painted butterflies. VII. DR. SWIFT. The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON, thefe things in thy poffeffing Are better than the Bishop's bleffing. A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in. He that has thefe, may pafs his life, And faft on Fridays-if he will; Toaft Church and Queen, explain the News, Talk with Church-Wardens about Pews, Pray heartily for fome new Gift, And thake his head at Dr. S ----t. |