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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;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in fome things methinks the fails,
"Twere well if she would pair her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftiness, and fo much pride
Are oddly join'd by fate:

On her large fquab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and ftinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gesture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And mafculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Magpie hight,

Majestically stalk;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, All flutter, pride, and talk.

PHR
HRY NE

PHRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,

Like fome free port of trade :
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And Agents from each foreign state,
Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniards or French came to her:
To all obliging she'd appear:
"Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer,
'Twas S'il vous plaift, Monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length the turns a Bride:

In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She fhines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known those Infects fair
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare)

Still vary shapes and dyes;

Still gain new Titles with new forms;
First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,

Then painted butterflies.

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VII.

DR. SWIFT.

The Happy Life of a COUNTRY
PARSON.

PARSON, thefe things in thy poffeffing

Are better than the Bishop's bleffing.
A Wife that makes conferves; a Steed
That carries double when there's need:
October store and best Virginia,
Tythe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea:
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy Patron's weekly thank'd;
A large Concordance, bound long fince;
Sermons to Charles the First, when Prince:
A Chronicle of ancient standing;

A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy band in.
The Polyglot-three parts, my text,
Howbeit, likewife-now to my next.
Lo here the Septuagint, and Paul,
To fum the whole, the clofe of all.

He that has thefe, may pafs his life,
Drink with the 'Squire, and kifs his Wife;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;

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

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