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But more of trap and bait, Sir,
Why shou'd I sing, or either? Since the rat, who knew the Neight, Came in the dead of night,
And dragg'd 'em away together :
Both trap and bait were vanishd,
Thro' a fracture in the flooring;
a dozen or more in.
Then answer this, ye fages !
Nor deem I mean to wrong ye,
less claim to reason,
DAN PRIOR's mice, I own it,
Were vermin of condition ; But this rat who merely learn'd What rats alone concern'd,
Was the greater politician.
That England's topsy-turvy,
Is clear from these mishaps, Sir; Since traps, we may determine, Will no longer take our vermin,
But vermin* take our traps, Sir. VOL. I.
P * Written at the time of the Spanish depredations.
Let sophs, by rats infested,
Then trust in cats to catch 'em;
No mortal fits to watch 'em.
Good luck betide our captains ;
Good luck betide our cats, Sir
that the one
And the t'other destroy our rats, Sir.
On certain PASTORALS.
O rude and tuneless are thy lays,
But 'tis his herds that low,
On Mr. Cookt of KIDDERMINSTER's Poetry.
Why 'faith, dear friend, 'tis KIDDERMinster* stuff, And I do think you've measur’d out enough.
KIDDENMINSTER, famous for a coarse woollen manufacture.
AIL curious wights ! to whom so fair
The form of mortal Aies is !
Which common sense despises.
Whether o'er hill, morass or mound,
You make your sportsman sallies; Or that your prey in gardens found
Is urg'd thro' walks and allies,
Yet, in the fury of the chace,
No flope cou'd e'er retard you; Bleft if one fly repay the race,
Or painted wing reward you.
Fierce as Camilla* o'er the plain
Pursu'd the glitt’ring stranger; Still ey'd the purple's pleasing stain,
And knew not fear nor danger.
'Tis you dispense the fav'rite meat
To nature's filmy people ;
And, if her brood of insects dies,
You fage assistance lend her;
And help 'em to engender.
'Tis you protect their pregnant hour;
And when the birth's at hand, Exerting your obstetric pow'r
Prevent a mothless land.
Yet oh! howe'er your tow’ring view
Above gross objects rises, Whate'er refinements you pursue,
Hear, what a friend advises:
A friend, who, weigh'd with yours, must prize
DOMITIAN's idle passion ;
But ne'er their propagation.
Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm,
Nor thus your hearts determine, To Night dame nature's fairest form
And sigh for nature's vermin.
And speak with some respect of beaux,
Nor more as triflers treat 'em : 'Tis better learn to save one's cloaths,
Than cherish moths, that eat 'em.
The EXTENT of COOKERY. .
Aliusque et idem.
Hen Tom to CAMBRIDGE first was fent,
A plain brown bob he wore ; Read much, and look'd as tho' he meant
To be a fop no more.
See him to LINCOLN's-Inn repair,
His resolution fag;
And tucks it in a bag.
Nor Coke nor SALKELD he regards,
But gets into the house,
His pliant votes and bows.
Adieu ye bobs! ye bags give place!
Full-bottoms come instead !
Of dressing--a calve's-head!