From the Greek.

GREAT BACCHUS, born in Thunder and in Fire,

By Native Heat afferts His dreadful Sire.
Nourish'd near fhady Rills and cooling Streams,
He to the Nymphs avows his Am'rous Flames.
To all the Breth'ren at the Bell and Vine,oro oror
The Moral fays; Mix Water with your Wine.

FRANK Carves very ill, yet will palm all the Meats: I

He Eats more than Six; and Drinks more than he Eats.
Four Pipes after Dinner he constantly smokes ;
And feafons his Whifs with impertinent Jokes.

Yet fighing, he says, We must certainly break;
And my cruel Unkindnefs compells him to fpeak:
For of late I invite Him but Four Times a Week.

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TO JOHN I ow'd great Obligationi di And But JOHN, unhappily, thought fit: Mugail s = [

To publish it to all the Nation:› ulgilo

Sure JOHN and I are more than Quita

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od OT ANO

ANOTHER.

YES, every Poet is a Fool:

By Demonstration NED can fhow it:
Happy, cou'd NBD's inverted Rule
Prove every Fool to be a Poet.

ANOTHER.

HY Naggs (the leaneft Things alive)
So very hard Thou lov'ft to drive;

I heard thy anxious Coach man fay,
It costs Thée more in Whips, than Hay.

To a Perfon who wrote Ill, and Spake Worse best against Me! I ort 1522

IYE, PHILO, untouch'd on my peaceable Shelf;
Nor take it amifs, that fo little I heed Thee;
I've no Envy to Thee, and fome Love to my Self:
Then why should I anfwer; fince firft I must read Thee?

Drunk with HELICON'S Waters and double-brew'd Bub,
Be a Linguist, a Poet, a Critic, a Wag;
To the folid Delight of thy Well-judging Club,
To the Damage alone of thy Bookfeller BR A.G.
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Purfue

Pursue me with Satyr: what Harm is there in't?

But from all viva voce Reflection forbear:

There can be no Danger from what Thou fhalt Print: There may be a little from what Thou may'st swear.

On the Same Perfon

HILE fafter than his coftive Brain indites,

WHILE

PHILO's quick Hand in flowing Letters writes;

His Cafe appears to Me like honeft TEAGUE'S,
When he was run away with, by his Legs.
PHOEBUS, give PHILO o'er Himself Command;
Quicken his Senfes, or reftrain His Hand.
Let Him be kept from Paper, Pen, and Ink:
So may He cease to Write, and learn to Think.

FOR what To-morrow shall disclose,

May spoil what You To-night proposes ENGLAND may change; or Cos ftrayedari et al Love and Life are for Today i

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The Nut-brown Maid.

APO E M,

Written Three Hundred Years Since.

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E it right or wrong, thefe Men a

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On Women do complayne;

Affyrmynge this, how that it is....
A Labour spent in vaine, a

To love Them wele; for never a dele
They love a Man againe., i

Ther Favour to attayne;

Yet yf a new do Them pursue,

Ther furft trew Lover than

Laboureth for nought; for from her Thought

He is a banishyd Man.

MIND Halt won -T tel: 0 I fay not nay, but that all day o¥ unda liek vala

It is bothe writ and fayde, oyun yun ayırova That Woman's Fayth is, as who faythe,,

All utterly decayed.

But

But nevertheless right good Witness

I'this cafe might be layde, o
That They love trewe, and contynew,
Record the Nut-brown Mayde

Which from her Love (whan Her to prove,
He came to make his mone)
Wold not depart; for in her Herte
She lovyd but Him alone.

I am the Knyght: I come by Nyght,

As fecret as I can ;

Saying, alas! thus ftandeth the Cafe,
I am a banishyd Man.

WOMAN

And I your Wylle for to fulfylle!

In this wyl not refuse;.

Trufting to fhew, in Wordis fewe,
That Men have an illerufe,

(To ther own fhame) Women to
And causelese them accufe
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Therefore