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Others with Aldus
would besot us;
I, for my part, admire Lintottus.-
Stephens prints heathen Greek, 'tis said,
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,
All human kind are worms.
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,
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
Their conscience is a worm within,
Ah MOORE! thy skill were well employ'd,
If thou couldst make the courtier void
O learned friend of Abchurch lane,
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 mistock for an &c.
Fierce in this cause the letters spoke all,
Liquids grew rough, and mutes turn'd vocal.
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!
And made up half a pope at least.
That of his grace he would proclaim
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!
In the great name of Tom D'Urfy.
In short, the rest were all in fray,
They, tho' but standers by, too mutter'd;
Then Jove thus spake: "With care and pain "We form'd this name, renown'd in rhyme : "Not thine, immortal Neufgermain * !
"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? "What if the Hebrew next should aim "To turn quite backward D'Urfy's name? "Should the Greek quarrel too, by Styx, I "Could never bring in Psi and Xi;
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.