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And fo it fell out, for that negligent floven,
A relish-a tafte-ficken'd over by learning;
So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amifs, You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.
THE CLOWN's REPLY.
OHN TROT was defired by two witty Peers To tell them the reason why affes had ears? "An't please you, "quoth John, "I'm not giv'n to letters,
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your graces, As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes."
HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led fuch a damnable life in this world,-
+ This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newspapers. He tranflated Voltaire's Henriade.
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX,
MRS. MARY BLAIŻE,
people all, with one accord, Lament for madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word—
The needy feldom paffed her door,
And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poorWho left a pledge behind.
She ftrove the neighbourhood to please,
At church, in filks and fatins new,
Her love was fought, I do aver,
But now her wealth and finery fled,
Let us lament, in forrow fore,
That had fhe liv'd a twelve-month more-
IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT*.
OGICIANS have but ill defin'd
By Ratiocinations fpecious,
Homo eft natione preditum ;
* This Imitation having originally been adopted by Mr. Faulkner as a genuine Poem by Swift, it has been reprinted in every fubfequent edition of the Dean's Poems; and was not difcovered till it was too late to take it out of the prefent edition.