When, Behold the next Morning, a wonderful Riddle, He found it was strangely fill'd in the Middle. Cho. Let Cenfuring Criticks then think what they lift on't, Who would not Write Verfes with fuch an affiftant. II. This put me the Fryar into an Amazement, And it needs must be one that could both Yet he did not know If it were Friend or Foe, Or whether it came from Above or Below. Howe'er it was civil in Angel or Elf, For he ne're could have fill'd it fo well of him felf. Cho. Let Cenfiring, &. III. Even fo Master Doctor had Puzzled his Brains Then Good Dr. S-.-, Pay Thanks for the Gift, For you freely must own you were at a Dead lift ; And tho' fome Malicious Young Spirit did do't, You may know by the Hand, it had no Cloven Foot. Cho. Let Cenfuring Criticks then think what they lift on't, Who would not Write Verfes with fuch an affiftant. V's V's HOUSE Built from the Ruins of WhiteHall that was Burnt. Written, 1703. N Times of Old, when Time was Young, IN And Poets their one Verfes Sung, A Verse could draw a Stone or Beam Might raise a House about two Stories; A Lyrick A Lyrick Ode would Slate; a Catch BUT, to their own, or Landlord's Coft, Now Poets feel this Art is loft: Not one of all our tuneful Throng On Earth, the God of Wealth was made With Licence to build Caftles there: PRE PREMISING thus in Modern way The better Half we had to fay; In higher Strains than we began. V(for 'tis fit the Reader know it) Is both a Herald and a Poet, No wonder then, if nicely skill'd Erect a new one in a trice. No |