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With true Delight observ'd 'em All
Raking up Mud to build a Wall :
The Plan he much admir'd, and took
The Model in his Table-Book ;
Thought himself now exactly skill'd,
And so resolv'd a House to build ;
A real House, and Rooms and Stairs,
Five times at least as big as theirs;
Taller than Miss's by two Yards,
Not a Tham Thing of Clay or Cards;
And so he did: For in a while,
He built up such a monstrous Pile,
That no two Chair-men could be found,
Able to lift it from the Ground :
Sill at Whiteball it stands in view,
Just in the place where first it grew;
There all the little School-Boys run,
Envying to see themselves out-done.
FROM such deep Rudiments as these,
V- is become by due Degrees,
For Building fam'd, and juítly reckon'd
At Court, Vitruvius the Second :
No wonder, fince wise Authors show,
That Beft Foundations must be Low;
And now the Duke has wilely ta’en him
To be his Archite&t at Blenheim":
But Raillery for once aprt,
If this Rule holds in ev'ry Art;
Or if his Grace were no more skilld in
The Art of Battering Walls, than Building,
We might expect to see next Year,
A Mouse-trap-Man, Chief Engineer.
ELL, 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest,
Tho' we all took it for a Jeft:
Partridge is Dead, nay more, he died
Ejer he could prove the good Squire
Strange, an Astrologer should die,
Without one Wonder in the Sky;
Not one of all his Crony Stars,
To pay their Duty at his Hearfe!
No Meteor, no Eclipse appear'd!
No Comet with a Flaming Beard !
The Sun has rose, and gon to Bed,
Just as if Partridge were not Dead;
Nor hid himself behind the Moon,
To make a dreadful Night at Noon:
He at fit Periods walks through Aries,
Howe'er our Eartbly Motion varies,
And twice a Year he'll cut the Æquator,
As if there had been no such Matter.
SOME Wits have wondred what Analogy
There is 'twixt * Cobling and Aftrology ;
How Partridge made his Opticks rise,
From a Shooe Sole to reach the Skies.
A Lift the Coblers Temples ties,
To keep the Hair out of their Eyes;
From whence 'tis plain the Diadeng
That Princes wear derives from them;
And therefore Crowns are now-a-days
Adorn'd with Golden Stars and Rays,
Which plainly news the near Alliance
Twixt Cobling and the Planets Srience,
BESIDES, that flow-pac'd Sign Bo-otes
As 'tis miscall’d, we know not who 'tis ;
But Partridge ended all Disputes,
He knew his Trade, and callid it f Boots,
THE Horned Moon which heretofore
Upon their Shooes the Romans wore,
Whose wideness kept their Toes from Corns,
And whence we claim our Shooing Horns,
Shews how the Art of Cobling bears
A near Resemblance to the Spheres.
A Scrap of Parchment hung by Geometry,
A great Refinement in Barometry ;
* Partridge was a Cobler, t See his Almanack. Ö
Can like the Stars foretel the Weather ;
And what is Parchment else but Leather ?
Which an Astrologer might use,
Either for Almanacks or Shooes.
Thus Partridge, by his Wit and Parts,
At once did Practice both these Arts :
And as the Boading Owl, (or 'rather
The Bat because her Wings are Leather)
Steals from her Private Cell b y Night,
And flies about the Candle-Light;
So Learned Partridge could as well
Creep in the Dark from Leathern Cell.
And in his Fancy fly as far,
To peep upon a twinkling Star.
BESIDES, he could confound the Spheres,
And fer the Planets by the Ears:
To sew his Skill, he Mars would joyn
To Venus in Afpe&t Mali'n,
Then call in Mercury for Aidy 3 **
And cure the Wounds that Venus made,
GREAT Scholars have in Lucian read,
When Philip King of Greece was dead,
His Soul and Spirit did divide,
And each Part took a diff'rent fide ;
One rose a Star, the other fell
Beneath, and mended Shooes in Hell.
Thus Partridge still shines in each Art,
The Cobling and Star Gazing Part,
And is Install'd as good a Star,
As any of the Cafors are.
TRIUMPHANT Star! fome Pity shew,
On Coblers Militant below,
Whom roguish Boys in stormy Nights
Torment, by pissing out their Lights;
Or thro' a Chink convey their Smoke,
Inclos'd Artificers to Choke.
Thou, high-exalted in thy Sphere;
May ft follow still thy Calling there.
To thee the Bull will lend his Hide,
By Phabus newly Tann'd and Dry'd.
For thee the Argos Hulk will Tax,
And scrape her Pitchy Sides for Wax.
Then Ariadne kindly lends
Her braided Hair to make thee Ends;
The Point of Sagittarius Darts
Turns to an Awl, by Heavenly Art ;
And Vulcan wheedled by his Wife,
Will forge for thee a Paring Knife.
For want of Room by Virgo's Side,
Shee'll ftrain a. Point and fit * astride
To take thee kindly in between,
And then the Signs will be Thirteen.
* Tibi brachia contrahet Ingens Scorpius, &c.