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Give Ridge and Hiky, generous fouls! Of Whisky punch convivial bowls; But let the kindred Burkes regale

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With potent draughts of Wicklow Ale ; -k'next, in order turn you, And grace him with the vines of Furney!

Now, DOCTOR, thou'rt an honest flicker, So take your glafs, and chufe your liquor; Wilt have it fteep'd in Alpine fnows, Or damask'd at Silinas' nofe? Will Wakefield's Vicar fip your tea, Or to Thalia drink with me?

And, DOCTOR, I wou'd have you know it,
An honeft, I, tho' humble poet;

I fcorn the fneaker like a toad,
Who drives his cart the Dover road;
There traitor to his country's trade,
Smuggles vile fcraps of French brocade;
Hence, with all fuch! for you and I,
By English wares will live and die.
Come, draw your chair and stir the fire:
Here, boy a pot of Thrale's Entire!

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JUPITER,

AND

MERCURY.

A FABLE.

Written fome time fince by D. G, Esq.

HERE Hermes, fays Jove who with nectar was

Go fetch me fome clay--I will make an odd fellow : Right and wrong fhall be jumbled,-much gold, and

fome drofs:

Without cause be he pleas'd, without caufe be he cross; Be fure as I work, to throw in contradictions,

A great love of truth; yet a mind turn'd to fictions; Now mix thefe ingredients, which warm'd in the baking,

Turn to Learning, and Gaming, Religion, and Raking,
With the love of a wench, let his writings be chafte;
Tip his tongue with ftrange matter, his pen with fine
tafte,

That the Rake and the Poet o'er all may prevail,
Set fire to the head, and fet fire to the tail:

For the joy of each sex on the world I'll bestow it: This Scholar, Rake, Chriftian, Dupe, Gamefter, and Poet,

Tho' a mixture fo odd, he fhall merit great fame, And among brother mortals-be GOLDSMITH his

name.

When on earth this strange meteor, no more fhall

appear,

You Hermes fhall fetch him,-to make us fport here!

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The following Jue d'Efprit, is the production of the prefent DEAN of DERRY, Dr Barnard, who advanced in converfation with Sir Joshua Reynolds and other wits, that he thought no man could improve when he was "paft the age of forty-five." Johnson (Samuel) who was in company, with his ufual elegance and polished graces, immediately turned round to the facetious Dean, and told him that he was an inftance to the contrary, for that there was great room for improvement in him (the Dean) and wifhed he'd fet about it; upon which, the Dean the next day fent the following elegant bagatelle to Sir Joshua Reynolds and the fame company.

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LATELY thought no man alive,
Cou'd e'er improve paft forty-five,
And ventur'd to affert it ;

The obfervation was not new,
But feem'd to me fo juft and true,

That none could controvert it.

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