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Others with Aldus
would besot us;
I, for my part, admire Lintottus.-
A page is blotted, or leaf wanting:
Lintot's for gen'ral use are fit;
For some folks read, but all folks sh-.
A famous printer.
TO MR. JOHN MOORE,
AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER.
HOW much, egregious MOORE, are we
Deceiv'd by shows and forms!
Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,
Man is a very worm by birth,
That Woman is a worm, we find,
E'er since our Grandame's evil;
The learn'd themselves we bookworms name,
Is aptly term'd a glowworm.
The fops are painted butterflies,
That flutter for a day;
First from a worm they take their rise,
And in a worm decay.
The flatterer an earwig grows;
Thus worms suit all conditions;
Misers are muckworms, silkworms beaus,
And deathwatches physicians.
That statesmen have the worm, is seen
Ah MOORE! thy skill were well employ'd,
If thou couldst make the courtier void
O learned friend of Abchurch lane,
Vain is thy art, thy powder vain,
Our fate thou only canst adjourn
OCCASIONED BY AN &c. AT THE END OF MR. D'URFY'S NAME, IN THE TITLE TO ONE OF HIS PLAYS t.
JOVE call'd before him t' other day
The vowels, U, O, I, E, A;
• Button's coffeehouse, in Covent garden, frequented by the wits of that time.
This accident happened by Mr. D'Urfy's having made a flourish there, which the printer mistook for an &c.
Fierce in this cause the letters spoke all,
Were silent, which by Fate's decree
To the sweet name of Tom D'Urfy.
Yet, making here a perfect botch,
Thrusts your poor vowel from his notch;
From which, good Jupiter, defend us!
He'd not be serv'd so like a beast;
And made up half a pope at least.
That of his grace he would proclaim
Durfeius his true Latin name :
For though, without them both, 'twas clear
Himself could ne'er be Jupiter;
Yet they'd resign that post so high,
B and L swore b- and w-s!
G swore, by G-d, it ne'er should be;
In the great name of Tom D'Urfy.
They, tho' but standers by, too mutter'd;
Diphthongs and triphthongs swore and flutter'd:
Part of the name of stuttering T—
Then Jove thus spake: "With care and pain
"Cost studious cabalists more time. "Yet now, as then, you all declare, "Far hence to Egypt you'll repair, "And turn strange hi'roglyphicks there, "Rather than letters longer be, "Unless i' th' name of Tom D'Urfy.
"Were you all pleas'd, yet what, I pray,
"To foreign letters could I say ?
"To turn quite backward D'Urfy's name?,
A poet, who used to make verses ending with the last syllables of the names of those persons he praised: which Voiture turned against him in a poem of the same kind.