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For bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense,
But good men starve for want of impudence.
Besides all these, there were a sort of wights,
I think my author calls them Tekelites,
Such hearty rogues against the king and laws,
They favor'd e'en a foreign rebel's cause.
When their own damn'd design was quafh'd and

At least, they gave it their good word abroad.
As many a man, who, for a quiet life,
Breeds out his bastard, not to noise his wife;
Thus o'er their darling plot these Trimmers cry;
And tho they cannot keep it in their eye,
They bind it prentice to Count Tekely.
They believe not the last plot; may I be curst,
If I believe they e'er believ'd the first.
No wonder their own plot no plot they think ;
The man, that makes it, never smells the stink.
And now it comes into my head, I'll tell
Why these damn'd Trimmers lov'd the Turks fo

well. The original Trimmer, tho a friend to no man, Yet in his heart ador'd a pretty woman ; He knew that Mahomet laid

up Kind black-ey'd rogues, for every true believer ;

for ever

And, which was more than mortal man e'er tasted,
One pleasure that for threescore twelvemonths

To turn for this, may surely be forgiven:
Who'd not be circumcis'd for such a heaven?

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W comes it, gentlemen, that now a-days, When all of

you so shrewdly judge of plays,
Our poets tax you still with want of sense ?
All prologues treat you at your own expence.

Sharp citizens a wiser way can go ;
They make

you fools, but never call you so.
They, in good manners, feldom make a flip,
But treat a common whore with ladynip :
But here each saucy wit at random writes,
And uses ladies as he uses knights.



Our author, young and grateful in his nature,
Vows, that from him no nymph deserves a satire:
Nor will he ever draw-I mean his rhime,
Against the sweet partaker of his crime.
Nor is he yet so bold an undertaker,
To call men fools ; 'tis railing at their Maker.
Besides, he fears to split upon that shelf;

young enough to be a fop himself : And, if his praise can bring you all a-bed, He swears such hopeful youth no nation ever bred.

Your nurses, we presume, in such a case, Your father chose, because he lik'd the face And, often, they supply'd your mother's place. The dry nurse was your mother's ancient maid, Who knew some former flip The ne'er betray'd. Betwixt them both, for milk and sugar-candy, You sucking bottles were well stor’d with brandy, Your father, to initiate your discourse, Meant to have taught you first to swear and curse, But was prevented by each careful nurse. . For, leaving dad and mam, as names too common, They taught you certain parts of man and woman. I pass your schools ; for there when first

you came, You would be sure to learn the Latin name. In colleges you scorn'd the art of thinking, But learn'dall moods and figures of good drinking:


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I Thence come to town, yon practise play, to know $1. The virtues of the high dice, and the low. m. Each thinks himself a sharper most profound :

He cheats by pence; is cheated by the pound.

With these perfections, and what else he gleans, * The spark sets up

for love behind our scenes ;
Hot'in pursuit of princesses and queens.
There, if they know their man, with cunning

Twenty to one but it concludes in marriage.
He hires some homely room, love's fruits to gather,
And garret-high rebels against his father :
But he once dead
Brings her in triumph, with her portion, down,
A toilet, dressing-box, and half a crown.
Some marry first, and then they fall to scow'ring,
Which is, refining marriage into whoring.
Our women batten well on their good-nature ;
All they can rap and rend for the dear creature.
But while abroad so liberal the dolt is,
Poor spouse at home as ragged as a colt is.
Last, some there are, who take their first degrees
Of lewdness in our middle galleries.
The doughty bullies enter bloody drunk,
Invade and grubble one another's punk:

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They caterwaul, and make a dismal rout,
Call fons of whores, and strike, but ne'er lug out:
Thus while for paltry punk they roar and stickle,
They make it bawdier than a conventicle.


PROLOGUE to the King and QUEEN,



UNION of the Two Companies in 1686.


INCE faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of

fashion, Their penny-scribes take care t’inform the nation, How well mèn thrive in this or that plantation :

How Pensylvania's air agrees with Quakers,
And Carolina's with Affociators :
Both e'en too good for madmen and for traitors.

Truth is, our land with saints is so run o'er,
And every age produces such a store,
That now there's need of twoNew-Englands more.

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