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JOHANNES jacet hic Mirandula-cætera nórunt
APPLIED TO F.C.
Peter complains, that God has given
To his poor babe a life so short:
'Tis good to have a friend at court.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
EPITAPH OF BY-WORDS. Here lies a round woman, who thought mighty odd Ev'ry word she e'er heard in this church about God. To convince her of God the good Dean did endeavour; But still in her heart she held Nature more clever.
* Thus applied by Mr. Pope: “ Here lies lord Coningsby.” H.
Tho' he talk'd much of virtue, her head always run
EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH.
Sir, I admit your gen’ral rule,
fool is not a poet,
Well then, poor
Glies under ground!
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back.
ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB.
Whence deathless KIT-CAT took its name,
Few criticks can unriddle: Some
from PASTRYCOOK it came, And some, from cat and FIDDLE. From no trim beaux its name it boasts,
Gray statesmen, or green wits; But from this pellmell pack of toasts
Of old cats and young Kits.
TO A LADY,
WITH THE TEMPLE OF FAME.
Waar's fame with men, by custom of the nation,
To be placed under the Picture of England's Arch Poet, [sic
Richard Blackmore,] containing a complete Catalogue of his Works.
See who ne'er was or will be half read!
reader curse the light || ;
* Two heroick poems in folio, twenty books.
Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver.
74 VERSES ON ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET.
No mortal read his Solomon t,
What punishment all this must follow?
BOUNCE TO FOP:
AN EPISTLE FROM A DOG AT TWICKENHAM
TO A DOG AT COURT.
To thee, sweet Fop, these lines I send,
+ Canticles and Ecclesiastes. | Paraphrase of the Canticles of Moses and Deborah, &tor
The Lamentations. | The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio.
Kick him on the breech, not knight him on tht sho, doro