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ANOT HE R.
Wafteall, whose eyes were just closing
in death, Doll counted the chalks on the door ; In peace, cry'd the wretch, let me give up my
breath, And Fate will soon rub out my score.
Come, bailiffs, cries Doll, (how I'll hamper this
cheat !). Let the law be no longer delay'd, I never once heard of that fellow call's Fate,
And by G-d he shan't die 'till I'm paid.
AYS Tom to Richard, Churchill's dead ;
Says Richard, Tom, you lie, Old Rancour the report hath spread,
But Genius cannot die.
TOULD honeft Tom G* get rid of
a fcold, The torture, the plague of his life! Pray tell hiin to take down his lion of gold,
And hang up his brazen-fac'd wife.
* Landlord of the Golden Lion, an ino in Yorkshire,
E PIG R Α Ρ Η
For Dean SWIFT's Monument,
Executed by Mr P. CUNNINGHAM, Statuary
AY, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame,
What added honours can the sculptor give ? None- 'tis a fanction from the Drapier's name
Muft bid the sculptor and his marble live.
YOULD Kate for Dick compose the gordian
string, The Tyburn knot how near the nuptial ring! A loving wife, obedient to her vows, Is bound in duty to exalt her spouse.
APOLLO--T. Mr C-F
on his being satirized by an ignorant Person.
Hether he's worth your spleen or not,
You've ask'd me to determine:
Than that of trampling vermin.
Unless that we'd befriend him :
I'll pay what you may lend him.
On seeing J. CFT, Ela; abufed in a
HEN a wretch to public notice,
Would a man of worth defame; Wit, as threadbare as his coat is, Only shews his want of Thame.
Busy, pert, unmeaning parrot !
Vilest of the venal crews !
Hang yourself and paltry muse.
Pity too the meddling finner
Should for hunger hang or drown:
Send the scribbler half a crown.
FIN NI S.