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The Epitaph.


ERE, Five Foot deep, lies on his Back
A Cobler, Starmonger, and Quack,
Wko to the Stars in pure Good-will,
Does to his beft look upward still.

Weep all ye Customers that uso
His Pills, bis Almanacks, or Shooes.
And you that did your Fortunes seek,
Step to his Grave but once a week,
This Earth, which bears bis Body's Print,
Tou'l find has so much Virtue in'í,
That I durft pawn my Ears, 'twill tell
What e'or concearns you full as well
In Phyfick, Stolen Goods, or Love,
As be himself could, when above.

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Apollo Outwitted.

To the Honourable Mrs. FINCH; under ber Name of


Written, 1709,


HOEBUS now shortning every Shade,

Up to the Northern Tropick came,
And thence beheld a lovely Maid

Attending on a Royal Dame.
THE God laid down his feeble Rays,

Then lighted from his glitt'ring Coach, But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays,

Before he durft the Nymph approach. UNDER those sacred Leaves, secure

From common Lightning of the Skies,
He fondly thought he inight endure

The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes.
The Nymph, who oft had read in Books,

Of that bright God whom Bards invoke,
Soon knew Apollo by his Looks,

And guest his Business e're he spoke. He in the old Celestial Cant,

Confeft his Flame, and swore by Styx, What e're she would defire; to grant, oll But wise Ardelia kaew his Tricks.

OVID had warn’d her to beware,

> Of stroling, Gods, whose usual Trade is, Under Pretence of taking Air,

To pick up Sublunary Ladies. Howe'er she gave no Alat Denial, PIA

As having Malice in her Heart, And was resolv'd upon a Tryal,

To Cheat the God in his own Art, HEAR my Requeft, the Virgin said,

Let which 1 please of all the Nine Attend when e'er I want their Aid,

Obey my Call, and only mine. By Vow oblig'd, by Passion led,

The God could not refuse her Prayer; He way'd his Wreath thrice o'er her Head,

Thrice mutter'd something in the Air. AND now he thought to seize his due,

But she the Charm already try'd, Thalia heard the Call and flew

To wait at bright Ardelia's Side.
On Sight of this Celestial Prude,

Apollo thought it vain to stay,
Nor in her Presence durft be Rude,

But made his Leg and went away.
He hop'd to find some lucky Hour,

When on their Queen the Muses wait; But Pallus owns Ardelia's Power,

For Vows Divine are kept by Fate. THEN full of Rage Apollo Spoke,

Deceitful Nymph, I see thy Art,
And tho' I can't my Gift revoke,

I'll disappoint its nobler Part.
Let stubborn Pride poffess thee lang,

And be thou negligent of Fame.
With ev'ry Muse to grace thy Song,
May'it thou despite a Poet's Namc.


Or Modeft Poets thou be first,

To filent Shades repeat thy Verse, Till Fame and Eccbo almoft burst,

Yet hardly dare one Line Rehearse. AND last my Vengeance to compleat,

May thou defcend to take Renown, Prevail'd on by the Thing you hate,

A and one that wears a Gown.

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hardly here and there an Hack. ney-Coach Appearing, show'd the Ruddy Morn's

Approach. Now Betty from her Master's Bed had flown. And softly stole to discompose her own. The Slipíhod 'Prentice from his Master's Door, Had par'd the Dirt, and sprinkled round the Floor. Now Moll had whirld her Mop with dextrous

Airs, Prepar'd to Scrub the Entry and the Stairs. The Youth with Broomy Stumps began to trace The Kennel Edge, where Wheels had worn the Place.


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