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At Brookes's once, it so fell out,
-NORTHUMBRIA’s Duke, who wish'd to put
“ For being ask'd to-day to dine,
“ With full-made sleeves and pendant laces
“ That when by chance my arm I mov'd, “ The money from me then I shov'd; “ This clearly shews how it was shifted." Thus said, the rhino then he lifted; “ Hold, hold, my Lord,” says thoughtless HARE, Who never made his purse his care; A man who thought that money's use Was real comfort to produce, And all the pleasures scorn'd to know Which from its snug en oyments ftow; Such as still charm their gladden'd eyes, Who feel the bliss of avarice. “ Hold, hold, my Lord, how is it known " This cash is certainly your own? “ We each might urge as good a plea, “ Or WYNDHAM, CR AUFURD, SMITH, or me ; “ But we, though less it were to blame, “ Disdain'd so pitiful a claim; • Then here let me be arbitrator “ I vote the money to the waiter." Thus oft will generous folly think : But prudence parts not so with chink. On this occasion so it was, Por gravely thus my Lord Duke says : “ Consider, Sir, how large the sum, " To full cight guineas it will come : “ Shall I, for your quaint verbal play, “ Consign a whole estate away! “ Unjust, ridiculous, absurd, “ I will not do it, on my word; " Yet rather than let fools deride, “ I give my fiat to divide; “ So 'twixt the waiter and myself, * Place equal portions of the pelf:
J enky, I own, divides my heart,
To keep my C-MM-Ns down :
My Kingdom and my Crown.
1. As much as for the public weal,
For pious Parson Wyv-LL
For that's to me the Devil !
K-- What if, our sinking cause to save,
We both our jealous strife should wave,
And act our former farce on:
Your back upon the Parson?
P-TT. Tho' to support his patriot plan
I'm pledg'd as Minister and Man,
This storm I hope to weather ;
May all be damn’d together!
Rev. DR. PR-TT-MAN's DUPLICITY.
That PRETTYMAN's so pale, so spare,
No cause for wonder now affords ;
Who lives by eating his own words!
In Bayes's burlesque, though so strange it appear'd,
But in DAMNING himself, he extended his skill!
Undaunted Pitt, against the State to plot,
Should int'rest spur, or passion urge ye ;
Secure in Benefit of Clergy!
That against my fair fame
You devise so much blame,
Since the gravest Divine,
Tells a lie worse than mine, When he cries, “ Nolo Episcopari !"
How wisely Pitt, for different ends,
We are not very glib in;
To manufacture fibbing.
A horrible fib that a Priest should have told,
Seems to some people's thinking excessively odd, Yet sure there's no maxim more certain or old,
Than “ The nearer the Church still the farther from God.”