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And sell their votes at such a rate,
As will retrieve a loft eftate:
If law be fuch a partial whore,
To spare the rich, and plague the poor:
What land was ever half fo curst?
THE DOG AND THIEF. 1726.
UOTH the thief to the dog, let me into your door,
Quoth the dog, I fhall then be more villain than you 're,
Your delicate bits will not ferve me a meal,
But my mafter each day gives me bread;
You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal, And I must be hang'd in your ftead.
The stock-jobber thus from Change-alley goes down,
Let me have but your vote to ferve for the town,
Says the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent!
I'll vote for my landlord, to whom I pay rent,
From London they come, filly people to chouse,
Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house,
A D VIC E
TO THE GRUB-STREET VERSE-WRITERS.
YE poets ragged and forlorn,
Down from your garrets hafte;
I know a trick to make you thrive ;
Get all your verses printed fair,
Lend these to paper-fparing* Pope;
And when he fits to write,
No letter with an envelope
Could give him more delight.
When Pope has fill'd the margins round,
Why then recall your loan;
Sell them to Curll for fifty pound,
And fwear they are your own.
*The original copy of Mr. Pope's celebrated tranflation of Homer (preserved in the British Museum) is almost entirely written on the covers of letters, and fometimes between the lines of the letters themselves. N.
Who defired the AUTHOR to write some Verfes
upon her in the Heroic Style.
Written at LONDON in 1726.
FTER venting all my fpite,
Tell me, what have I to write ?
Every error I could find
Through the mazes of your mind,
Hearken what my lady fays:
Where a fault should move your pity.
You would teach me to be wife;
How to relish notions high;
How to live, and how to die.
But t was decreed by Fate-
Bred a fondling and an heiress;
But, I beg, fufpend a while
That fame paultry, burlesque style;
Teaching others how to ape you;
Treat the publick and your friends
Sing my praise in strain sublime :
And my few perfections stifle.
With good words and countenance sprightly,
Strives to treat them more politely?
Think not cards my chief diverfion :
'Tis a wrong, unjuft afperfion