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Give Ridge and Hinky, generous fouls !
Now, DOCTOR, thou'rt an honest flicker,
J U P I T E R,
A N D
E R CU RY.
A F A B L E.
Written fome time since by D. G-, Ese.
ERE Hermes, says Jove who with accar was
mellow, Go fetch me some clay-- I will make an odd fellow : Right and wrong shall be jumbled, much gold, and
some dross : Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be he cross; Be sure as I work, to throw in contradictions, A great love of truth ; yet a mind turn'd to fi&tions ; Now mix these ingredients, which warm'd in the
baking, Turn to Learning, and Gaming, Religion, and Rakikg, With the love of a wench, let his writings be chafte; Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine
taste, That the Rake and the Poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire to the head, and fet fire to the tail :
For the joy of each sex on the world I'll bestow it :
brother mortals—be GOLDSMITH his
When on earth this strange meteor, no more shall
appear, You Hermes shall fetch him,--to make us sport here!
The following Jue d'Esprit, is the production of the present Dean of Derry, Dr Barnard, who advanced in conversation with Sir Joshua Reynolds and other wits, that he thought no man could improve when he was “past the age of forty-five." Johnson (Samuel who was in company, with his usual elegance and polished graces, immediately turned round to the facetious Dean, and told him that he was an instance to the contrary, for that there was great room for improvement him (the Dean) and wished he'd set about it ; upon which, the Dean the next day sent the following elegant bagatelle to Sir Joshua Reynolds and the fame company.
Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS,
And Co. by the
D E A N OF DER RY.
LATELY thought no man alive,
And ventur'd to affert it ;
That none could controvert it.