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In which all modern bards agree,
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray, What charm can foothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom-is, to die.
THE LOGICIANS REFUTED.
IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT.
LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd As rational the human mind: Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can. Wise Aristotle and Smiglesius, By ratiocinations fpecious, Have strove to prove with great precision, With definition and division, Homo eft ratione preditum; But for my soul I cannot credit 'em, And must in spite of them maintain, That man and all his ways are vain; And that this boasted lord- of nature Is both a weak and erring creature; That instinct is a surer guide Than reason, boasting mortal's pride; And that brute beasts are far before 'emDeus eft anima brutorum. Whoever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour prosecute, Bring action for assault and battery, Or friend beguile with lies and flattery? O'er plains they ramble unconfin'd, No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court; They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend a foe;
They never importune his grace, Nor ever cringe to men in place; Nor undertake a dirty job, Nor draw the quill to write for Bob. Fraught with invective, they ne'er go To folks at Pater-nofter-row: No judges, fidlers, dancing-masters, No pick-pockets, or poetafters, Are known to honest quadrupeds; No single brute his fellows leads. Brutes never meet in bloody fray, Nor cut each other's throats for pay. Of beasts, it is confess’d, the ape Comes neareft us in hunian shape; Like man, he imitates each fashion, And malice is his ruling passion: But both in malice and grimaces, A courtier any ape surpasses. Behold him, humbly cringing, wait Upon the minister of state; View him soon after, to inferiors, Aping the conduct of superiorsHe promises with equal air, And to perform takes equal care. He in his turn finds imitatorsAt court, the porters, laqueys, waiters, Their masters' manners still contract, And footmen lords and dukes can act: Thus, at the court, both great and finall Behave alike..for all
ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
It cannot hold you long.
Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
When he put on his cloaths.
As many dogs there be-
And curs of low degree.
But when a pique began,
Went mad, and bit the man.
The wond'ring neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seem'd both fore and fad To every christian
eye; And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light,
That shew'd the rogues they ly’dThe man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that dy’d.
MRS. MARY BLAIZE.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word
From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor
Who left a pledge behind. She ftrove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning,
Unless when the was finning.
With hoop of monstrous size;
But when she fhut her eyes.