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In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd,

Sour vifages, enough to scare ye,

High Dames of Honour once, that garnish'd The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary!

The Peerefs comes: The Audience ftare, And doff their hats with due fubmiffion

She courtfies, as fhe takes his chair, To all the People of condition.

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The Bard with many an artful fib, Had in imagination fenc'd him,

Difprov'd the arguments of Squib,

And all that Groom could urge against him,

Groom of the Chambers. § The Steward.

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But foon his rhetorick forfook him, When he the folemn hall had seen ;

A fudden fit of ague shook him, He flood as mute as poor || Macleane.

Yet fomething he was heard to mutter, "How in the park beneath an old-tree << (Without defign to hurt the butter, "Or any malice to the poultry,)


"He once or twice had penn'd a fonnet "Yet hop'd, that he might fave his bacon :

"Numbers would give their oaths upon it, "He ne'er was for a conj'rer taken."


A famous highwayman hang'd the week before.

The ghoftly Prudes, with hagged face,
Already had condemn'd the finner.

My Lady rofe, and with a grace
She fmil'd, and bid him come to dinner.

Jefu-Maria! Madam Bridget,

Why, what can the Viscountess mean (Cry'd the fquare hoods in woeful fidget) "The times are alter'd quite and clean!


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<< Decorum's turn'd to mere civility; "Her air and all her manners fhew it.

"Condemn'd me to her affability!

Speak to a Commoner and Poet !"

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And fo, God fave our noble King,

And guard us from long-winded Lubbers,

That to eternity would fing,

And keep my Lady from her Rubbers,


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