Dick a coxcomb, Tom was mad,

And both alike diverting ;
Tom was held the merrier lad,
But Dick the best at farting.

Dick would cock his nofe in fcorn,
But Tom was kind and loving ;
Tom a foot-boy bred and born,
But Dick was from an oven..

Dick could neatly dance a jig,
But Tom was beft at borees;

Tom would pray for every Whig,
And Dick curfe all the Tories.

Dick would make a woeful noife,
And fcold at an election;

Tom huzza'd the black-guard boys,,
And held them in fubjection.

Tom could move with lordly grace,.
Dick nimbly skipt the gutter;
Tom could talk with folemn face,
But Dick could better fputter.

Dick was come to high renown
Since he commenc'd physician ;,

Tom was held by all the town
The deeper politician.

Tom had the genteeler fwing,

His hat could nicely put on ; Dick knew better how to swing

His cane upon a button.

Dick

Dick for repartee was fit,

And Tom for deep discerning ;
Dick was thought the brighter wit,
But Tom had better learning.

Dick with zealous no's and ay's
Could roar as loud as Stentor,
In the houfe 'tis all he fays;
But Tom is eloquenter.

S when, from rooting in a bin,

All powder'd o'er from tail to chin,

A lively maggot fallies out,

You know him by his hazel fnout :

So when the grandfon of his grandfire
Forth iffues wriggling, Dick Drawcanfir,
With powder'd rump and back and fide,
You cannot blanch his tawny hide;
For 'tis beyond the power of meal
The gipfy vifage to conceal :

For, as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down every mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phiz, in show
Like a fresh t-d juft dropt on fnow.

CLAD

CLAD ALL IN BROWN. TO DICK.

IMITATED FROM COWLEY.

FOULEST brute that stinks below,

Why in this brown dost thou appear?
For, would'ft thou make a fouler show,
Thou must go naked all the year.

Fresh from the mud a wallowing fow
Would then be not fo brown as thou.

'Tis not the coat that looks fo dun,
His hide emits a foulnefs out;
Not one jot better looks the fun

Seen from behind a dirty clout:

So t―ds within a glass enclose,
The glafs will feem as brown as those.
Thou now one heap of foulnefs art,
All outward and within is foul;
Condensed filth in every part,

Thy body 's cloathed like thy foul;
Thy foul, which through thy hide of buff
Scarce glimmers like a dying fnuff.

Old carted bawds fuch garments wear,
When pelted all with dirt they fhine;
Such their exalted bodies are,

As fhrivel'd and as black as thine.

If thou wert in a cart, I fear

Thou would't be pelted worse than they 're.

Yet,

Yet, when we see thee thus array'd,
The neighbours think it is but just,
That thou fhould't take an honest trade,
And weekly carry out the dust.

Of cleanly houfes who will doubt,
When Dick cries, "Duft to carry out ?"

DICK'S

VARIETY.

DULL uniformity in fools

I hate, who gape and fneer by rules.

You, Mullinix, and flobbering C
Who every day and hour the fame are;
That vulgar talent I despise
Of piffing in the rabble's eyes.
And when I liften to the noise
Of ideots roaring to the boys;
To better judgements still fubmitting,
I own I fee but little wit in ;

Such paftimes, when our tafte is nice,
Can please at most but once or twice.
But then confider Dick, you 'll find
His genius of fuperior kind;
He never muddles in the dirt,

Nor fcowers the ftreets without a shirt;
Though Dick, I dare prefume to fay,
Could do fuch feats as well as they.
Dick I could venture every where,

Let the boys pelt him if they dare;

He'd

He'd have them try'd at the affizes

For priests and jefuits in disguises;

Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender,
And lifting troops for the pretender.

But Dick can fart, and dance, and frifk,
No other monkey half fo brifk;
Now has the fpeaker by the ears,
Next moment in the houfe of peers
Now fcolding at my lady Euftace,
Or thrashing Baby in her new stays.
Prefto be gone! with t'other hop
He's powdering in a barber's shop;
Now at the anti-chamber thrufting
get
the circle juft in,
And d-ns his blood, that in the rear
He fees one fingle Tory there:

His nose to

Then, woe be to my lord lieutenant,
Again he 'll tell him, and again on 't.

A N

EPITAPH

ON

GENERAL GORGES* AND LADY MEATH†.

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NDER this ftone lie Dicky and Dolly; Doll dying firft, Dick grew melancholy; For Dick without Doll thought living a folly.

* Of Kilbrue, in the county of Meath. N. + Dorothy dowager of Edward earl of Meath. She was married to the General in 1716; and died Apr. 10,

1728: her husband furyived but two days. N.

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