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Law-fuits I'd fhun, with as much ftudious care
As I would dens where hungry lions are ;
And rather put up injuries, than be
A plague to him who'd be a plague to me.
I value quiet at a price too great,
To give for my revenge fo dear a rate;
For what do we by all our bustle gain,
But counterfeit delight for real pain?

If Heav'n a date of many years would give,
Thus I'd in pleafure, eafe, and plenty, live;"
And as I near approach'd the verge of life,
Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife)
Should take upon him all my worldly care,
Whilft I did for a better state


Then I'd not be with any trouble vex'd,
Nor have the ev'ning of my days perplex'd;
But, by a filent, and a peaceful death,
Without a figh refign my aged breath:

And when committed to the duft, I'd have
Few tears, but friendly, dropp'd into my grave.
Then would my exit fo propitious be,

All men would wish to live and die like me.

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WHERE fair Sabrina's wand'ring currents flow,

A large fmooth plain extends it's verdant brow ;
Here, ev'ry morn, while fruitful vapours feed
The fwelling blade, and blefs the fmoking mead,
A cruel tyrant reigns-like Time, the fwain
Whets his unrighteous fcythe, and shaves the plain :
Beneath each stroke the peeping flow'rs decay,
And all th' unripen'd crop is fwept away.


The heavy roller next he tugs along,

Whiffs his fhort pipe, or rears a rural fong ;1

With curious eye then the prefs'd turf he views,
And ev'ry rifing prominence fubdues.

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Now, when each craving ftomach was well-ftor'd, 810A
And Church and King had travell'd round the board,
Hither, at Fortune's fhrine to pay their court,
With eager hopes the motley tribe refort...
Attornies fpruce, in their plate-button'd frocks;
And rofy parfons, fat and orthodox:

Of ev'ry fect, whigs, papists, and high-flyers ;
Cornuted aldermen, and hen-peck'd squires ;
Fox-hunters, quacks, fcribblers in verfe and profe;
And half-pay captains, and half-witted beaus.
On the green cirque the ready racers ftand,
Difpos'd in pairs, and tempt the bowler's hand;
Each polish'd fphere does his round brother own,
The twins diftinguish'd by their marks are known.
As the strong rein guides the well-manag'd horse,
Here weighty lead infus'd directs their courfe
These in the ready road drive on with speed,
But thofe in crooked paths more artfully fucceed.
So the tall fhip, that makes fome dang'rous bay,
With a fide-wind obliquely flopes her way.

Lo! there the Silver Tumbler fix'd on high,
The victor's prize, inviting ev'ry eye!
The champions or confent or chance divide,

While each man thinks his own the furer fide,

And the Jack leads, the skilful bowler's guide.

Bendo ftripp'd firftfrom foreign coafts he brought
A chaos of receipts, and anarchy of thought;
Where the tumultuous whims, to faction prone,
Still juftled monarch Reason from her throne:
More dang'rous than the porcupine's his quill,
Inur'd to flaughter, and fecure to kill.

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But fave us from fuch murderers as thefe dignit on Stall
Might Bendo live but half a patriarch's age,

Th' unpeopled world would fink beneath his rage;
Nor need, t'appease the juft Creator's irez
A fecond deluge, or confuming fire:

He winks one eye, and knits his brow fevere,
Then from his hand launches the flying fphere;
Out of the green the guiltless wood he hurl'd,
Swift as his patients from this nether world :
Then grinn'd malignant; but the jocund crowd
Deride his fenfelefs rage, and fhout aloud.


Next, Zadock, 'tis thy turn, imperious priest!
Still late at church, but early at a feast. ·
No turkey-cock appears with better grace ;
His garments black, vermilion paints his face :
His wattles hang upon his stiffen'd band,
His platter feet upon the trigger ftand,

He grafps the bowl in his rough brawny hand:
Then fquatting down, with his grey goggle eyes,
He takes his aim, and at the mark it flies.
Zadock purfues, and wabbles o'er the plain;
But shakes his ftrutting paunch, and ambles on in vain
For, oh! wide erring, to the left it glides ;
The inmate lead the lighter wood mifguides.
He sharp reproofs with kind entreaties joins,
Then on the counter fide with pain reclines,
As if he meant to regulate it's course,
By pow'r attractive and magnetick force.
Now, almoft in despair, he raves, he storms,
Writhes his unwieldy trunk in various forms.
Unhappy Proteus! ftill in vain he tries.

A thousand fhapes; the bowl erroneous flies,
Deaf to his pray'rs, regardless of his cries:
His puffing cheeks with rifing rage inflame,
And all his sparkling rubies glow with fhame.

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Bendo's proud heart, proof against Fortune's frown,
Refolves once more to make the prize his own :'
Cautious he plods, furveying all the green,
And measures with his eye the space between.
But as on him 'twas a peculiar curfe

To fall from one extreme into a worse ;

Confcious of too much vigour, now for fear

He should exceed, at hand he checks the sphere.
Soon as he found it's languid force decay,
And the too weak impreffion die away,
Quick after it he fcuds; urges behind,
Step after step; and now, with anxious mind,
Hangs o'er the bowl, flow-creeping on the plain,
And chides it's faint efforts, and bawls amain:
Then on the guiltless green the blame to lay,
Curfes the mountains that obftruct his way;
Brazens it out with an audacious face,

Iis infolence improving by difgrace.

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Zadock, who now with three black mugs had chear'd

His drooping heart, and his funk spirits rear'd,
Advances to the trigg with folemn pace,

And ruddy hope fits blooming on his face.

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The bowl he pois'd; with pain his hams he bends; an

On well-chofe ground unto the mark it tends :

Each adverse heart pants with unusual fear,

With joy he follows the propitious sphere.

Alas! how frail is ev'ry mortal scheme!

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Bendo's fhort bowl tops the prond victor's course,
Purloins his fame, and deadens all it's force.
At Bendo from cach corner of his eyes;
He darts malignant rays, then mutt'ring fies
Into the bower; there, panting and half dead,
Ia thick mundungus clouds he hides his head.
Mufe! raife thy voice; to win the glorious prize,
Bid all the fury of the battle rife.

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Thefe but the light-arm'd champions of the field;
See Griper there, a veteran well skill'd !
This able pilot knows to steer a caufe

Thro' all the rocks and fhallows of the laws;

Or if 'tis wreck'd, his trembling client faves.
On the next plank, and disappoints the waves.
In this, at least, all hiftories agree,

That tho' he loft his caufe-he fav'd his fee.

When the fat client looks in jovial plight,

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But if th' abandon'd orphan puts his cafe,
And poverty fits fhrinking on his face-
How like a cur he fnarls, when at the door
For broken fcraps he quarrels with the poor!
The farmer's oracle, when rent-day's near,
And landlords, by forbearance, are fevere;
When huntsmen trefpafs, or his neighbour's fwine;
Or tatter'd Crape extorts, by right divine.
Him all the rich their contributions pay,
Him all the poor with aching hearts obey!
He in his fwan-fkin doublet ftruts along;
Now begs, and now rebukes the preffing throng."
A paffage clear'd, he takes his aim with care,
And gently from his hand lets loose the sphere:
Smooth as a fwallow o'er the plain it flies,
While he purfues it's track with eager eyes;
It's hopeful courfe approv'd, he shouts aloud,

Claps both his hands, and juftles through the crowd.
Hov'ring a while, foon at the mark it stood,

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Loud is th' applaufe of ev'ry betting friend,

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And peals of clam'rous joy the concave rend:

But in each hoftile face a difmal gloom

Appears, the fad prefage of loss to come.


'Mong thefe Trebellius, with a mournful air at vi k Of livid hue, just dying with defpair,

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