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The Small-Coal Man was heard with Cadence


"Till droun'd in fhriller Notes of Chimney-Sweep. Duns at his Lordfhip's Gate began to meet, And Brick-duft Moll had fcream'd through half the Street.

The Turn-key now his Flock returning fees,
Duely let out a-Nights to fteal for Fees.
The watchful Bailiffs take their filent Stands
And School-Boys lag with Satchels in their Hands.


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While Rain depends, the penfive Cat gives o'er
Her Frolicks, and purfues her Tail no more.
Returning home at Night, you'll find the Sink
Strike your offended Senfe with double Stink...
If you be wife, then go not far to Dine,
You'll spend in Coach-hire more than fave in

AREFUL Obfervers may foretel the

(By fure Prognofticks) when to dread a Show'r


A coming Show'r your fhooting Corns prefage, Old Aches throb, your hollow Tooth will rage.



Sauntring in Coffee-house is Dulman seen
He damns the Climate, and complains of Spleen.
MEAN while the South rifing with dabbled

A Sable Cloud a-thwart the Welkin flings,
That fwill'd_more Liquor, than it could contain,
And like a Drunkard gives it, up again
Brifk Safan whips her Linnen from the Rope,
While the firft drizzling Show'r is born aflope,
Such is that fprinkling, which fome careless Quean
Flirts on you from her Mop, but not fo clean.
You fly, invoke the Gods; then turning, ftop
To raill, fhe finging, fill whirls on her Mop.
Not yet the Duft had fhun'd th unequal Strife,
But aided by the Wind, fought ftill for Life;
And wafted with its Foe by violent Guft,
'Twas doubtful which was Rain, and which was

Ah! where muft needy Poet feek for Aid,
When Duft and Rain at once his Coat invade;
His only Coat, where Duft confus'd with Rain,
Roughen the Nap, and leave a mingled Stain.
Now in contiguous Drops the Flood comes
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Threat'ning with Deluge this Devoted Town.
To Shops in Crouds the dagged Females By,
Pretend to cheapen Goods, but nothing buy.
The Templer Spruce, while evey Sprouts broach,
Staye till is fair, yer feems to call a Coach.
The tuck'dup Semprefs walks with Balty frides,
While Seream's ran down her Oil'd Umbrella's
fides. [! vod ton oy much low sɗ st
Here various Kinds by various Fortunes Ted,
Commence Acquaintance underneath a Shed.
Triumphant Tories, and Defponding Whigs,
Forget their Fowds, and joyn to fave their Wigs.


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Box'd in a Chair the Beau impatient fits,
While Spouts run clatt'ring o'er the Roof by Fits;
And ever and anon with frightful Din
The Leather founds, he trembles from within.
So when Troy Chair-men bore the wooden Steed,
Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be freed.
(Thofe Bully Greeks, who, as the Moderns do,
Inftead of paying Chair-men, run them thro'.)
Laocon ftruck the Outfide with his Spear,
And each imprifon'd Hero quak'd for Fear.

Now from all Parts the fwelling Kennels flow, And bear their Trophies with them as they go: Filth of all Hues and Odours feem to tell What Street they fail'd from, by their Sight and


They as each Torrent drives with rapid Force
From Smithfield, or St. Pulcher's fhape their Course,
And in huge Confluent join at Snow-hill Ridge,
Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn-Bridge.
Cand Blood,
Sweepings from Butchers Stalls, Dung, Guts,
(in Mud,
Drowu'd Puppies, finking Sprats, all drencn'd
down the Flood.
Dead Cats, and Turnip-tops come tumbling.

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The following Poems, and other Pieces being judged by fome to be after the Author's Manner, I bave ventured to Print them.




Sid Hamet the Magician's ROD.

Written, 1703.


HE Rod was but a harmless Wand,
While Mofes held it in his Hand,
But loon as e'er hè laid it down,
"Twas a devouring Serpent grown.
OUR great Magician Hamet Sid,
Reverses what the Prophet did;
His Rod was honeft English Wood,
That fenfelefs in a Corner ftood,

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