If these attempt to Hoot, or those to Bray.
Had W- never aim'd in Verse to please,
We had not rank'd him with our Ogilbys.
Still Censures will on dull Pretenders fall,
A Codrus shou'd expect a Juvenal.

Ill Lines, but like all Paintings, are allow'd,
To set off, and to recommend the good.

So Diamonds take a Lustre from their Foyle;
And to a B-ly 'tis, we owe a B-le.
Consider well the Talent you possess,

To strive to make it more would make it less;
And recollect what Gratitude is due,
To those whose Party you abandon now.
To them you owe your odd Magnificense,
But to your Stars your Magazine of Sense.
Haspt in a Tombril, aukward have you shin'd
With one fat Slave before, and none behind.
Then haste and join your true intrepid Friends,
Success on Vigour and Dispatch depends.

Lab'ring in Doubts Mirmillo stood, then said,

'Tis hard to undertake, if Gain disswade;

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What Fool for noysie Feuds large Fees wou'd leave?
Ten Harvests more, wou'd all I wish for give.

True Man, reply'd the Elf; by Choice deceas'd,

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Alarm'd at this, the Heroe Courage took.

And Storms of Terrour threaten'd in his Look. [Look, ®]

My dread Resolves, he cry'd, I'll straight [strait ] pursue, [pursue; 2-6] The Fury smil'd und sullenly with-drew.

[The Fury satisfy'd, [ nodded, and ] in Smiles withdrew. 2-6]

Ever contriving Pain, and never pleas'd.

A present Good they slight, an absent chuse,

And what they have, for what they have not, lose.
False Prospects all their true Delights destroy,
Resolv'd to want, yet lab'ring to enjoy.

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In restless Hurries thoughtlesly they live,

At Substance oft unmov'd, for Shadows grieve.
Children at Toys, as Men at Titles aim;
And in effect both covet but the Same.
This Philip's Son prov'd in revolving Years;

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And first for Rattles, then for Worlds shed Tears.
The Fury spoke, then in a Moment fir'd
The Heroe's Breast with Tempests, and retir'd.

In boding Dreams Mirmillo spent the Night,
And frightful Phantoms danc'd before his Sight.
Till the pale Pleiads clos'd their Eyes of Light.
At length gay Morn glows in the Eastern Skies,
The Larks in Raptures thro' the Ether rise,
The Azure Mists scud o'er the dewy Lawns,
The Chaunter at his early Matins yawns,

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The Amaranth opes its Leaves, the Lys its Bells,
And Progne her Complaint of Tereus tells.

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As bold Mirmillo the gray Dawn descries, Arm'd Cap-a-pe, where Honour calls, he flies, And finds the Legions planted at their Post; Where mighty Querpo fill'd the Eye the most. His Arms were made, if we may credit Fame,

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By Mulciber, the Mayor of Bromingham.

Of temper'd Stibium the bright Shield was cast,
And yet the Work the Metal far surpass'd.

A Foliage of the Vulnerary Leaves,

Grav'd round the Brim, the wond'ring Sight deceives.

Around the Center Fate's bright Trophies lay,

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Probes, Saws, Incision Knives, and Tools to slay.
Embost upon the Field, a Battle stood,
Of Leeches spouting Hemorrhoidal Blood.
The Artist too express'd the solemn State
Of grave Physicians at a Consult met;
About each Symptom how they disagree,
But how unanimous in case of Fee.
Whilst each Assassin his learn'd Collegue tires
With learn'd Impertinence, the Sick expires.

Beneath this Blazing Orb bright Querpo shone.
Himself an Atlas, and his Shield a Moon.
A Pestle for his Truncheon led the Van,
And his high Helmet was a Close-stool Pan.
His Crest an ** Ibis, brandishing her Beak,
And winding in loose Folds her spiral Neck.
This, when the Young †† Querpoïdes beheld,
His Face in Nurse's Breast the Boy conceal'd;

* See the Allussion Hom. Iliad. B. 18. Virg. Æn. B. 8.
See Ovid. Met. B. 2.

** This Bird, according to the Ancients, gives itself a Clyster with its Beak.

Alluding to Astynax. See Hom. Il.

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Then peept, and with th' effulgent Helm wou'd play,
And as the Monster gap'd, wou'd shrink away.
Thus sometimes Joy prevail'd, and sometimes Fear;
And Tears and Smiles alternate Passions were.

As Querpo tow'ring stood in Martial Might,
Pacific Carus sparkled on the Right.

An Oran Outang o'er his Shoulders hung,
His Plume confess'd the Capon whence it sprung.
His motly Mail scarce cou'd the Heroe bear,
Haranguing thus the Tribunes of the War.
Fam'd Chiefs,

For present Triumphs born, design'd for more,
Your Virtue I admire, your Valour more.
If Battel be resolv'd, you'll find this Hand
Can deal out Destiny, and Fate command.

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Our Foes in Throngs shall hide the Crimson Plain,
And their Apollo interpose in vain.

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Tho' Gods themselves engage, a †Diamed

With ease cou'd show a Deity can bleed.

But War's rough Trade shou'd be by Fools profest,

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The truest Rubbish fills a Trench the best.
Let Quinsies throttle, and the Quartan shake,
Or Dropsies drown, and Gout and Colicks rack;
Let Sword and Pestilence lay waste, whilst we
Wage bloodless Wars, and fight in Theory.
Who wants not Merit needs not arm for Fame,
The Dead I raise my Chivalry proclaim.
Diseases baffled, and lost Health restor'd,
In Fame's bright List my Victories record.

*The Skin of a dissected Baboon called so.

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More Lives from me their Preservation own,
Than Lovers lose if Fair Cornelia frown.

Your Cures, shrill Querpo cry'd, aloud you tell,

But wisely your Miscarriages conceal.

Zeno, a Priest, in Samothrace of old,
Thus reason'd with Philopidas the bold;
Immortal Gods you own, but think 'em blind
To what concerns the State of Human Kind.
Either they hear not, or regard not Pray'r,
That argues want of Pow'r, and This of Care.
Allow that Wisdom infinite must know;
Pow'r infinite must act. I grant it so.
Haste strait to Neptune's Fane, survey with Zeal
The Walls. What then? reply'd the Infidel.
Observe those num'rous Throngs in Effigy,
The Gods have sav'd from the devouring Sea.
'Tis true, their Pictures that escap'd, you keep,
But where are Theirs that perish'd in the Deep?

Vaunt now no more the Triumph of your Skill,

But, tho unfee'd, exert your Arm, and kill.
Our Scouts have learn'd the Posture of the Foe;
In War, Surprizes surest Conduct show.

But Fame, that neither Good nor bad conceals,
That P-ke's Worth, and O-'s Valour tells.
How Truth in B-, how in C-h reigns
Varro's Magnificence with Maro's Strains.

But how at Church and Bar all gape and stretch
If W- plead, or S-or O-ly preach,

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