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I don't know, says Law, but methinks for his look "Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book ; Then his character, Phyzzy,--his morals-his
lifeWhen she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife. They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and
-8, And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring! His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks;Not I--for a coronet, chariot and six.
Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing: From table she rose, and with bumper in hand, She strok'd up her belly, and strok'd down her
band Whata pother is here about wenching and roaring! Why, David lov’d catches, and Solomon w Did not Israel filch from th' Egyptians of old Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold? The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie; He drinks—so did Noah ;-he swears—so do I:
To reject him for such peccadillos, were odd; Besides, he repents—for he talks about G**
[To Jemmy] Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf, Come buss me- -I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself.
HIS OWN CHARACTER.
[This was written in 1761, and was found in one of his pocket-books.)
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor
tune ; He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought some
what odd; NO VERY GREAT WIT, HE BELIEV'D IN A God. A Post or a Pension he did not desire, But left Church and State to Charles Townshend
and Squire .
(54) At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.
ADDRESSED TO, AND IN MEMORY OF,
(EXCEPT THE SECOND AND EIGHTH, NONE OF THESE
WERE EVER BEFORE COLLECTED.]