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Show ! s A She fears the fawcie Fop; and h Wh Le for bis beft Preferment woul prevails devife him renounce all Honelty, and rife Villains awd Parafites Succefs will gain But in the Conrt of Wit, fball Dulnefs Reig No : Let tli angry *Squire give his Tambicks o're Twirl Crevat-firings, but write Lampoons ne more Rhymeflers gez Wit, eer they pretend to fhew i Nor thisk a Game at Cramboe makes a Poet Elfe is our Anthor hopelefs of Succefs Bur then his Stady fhall be next time lefs He'll find ont Ways to your Applaufe, more eafte That is, write worfe and worfe, till be can pleafe ye EPILOGUE by Mr. Dskz of Cambridge § £ 25 ot long fince in the Noifie Pi Tumultuous Faltion fate the Fudge of Wi ; There Knaves applauded what their Blockheads w At a Whig-Brother's Play, the Bawling Crow ther Ramfly ) Gallery ' " Burf¢ out in Shouts, as zealous, and as loud As when fome Member's ffout EleGtion-Bee Gains the mad Voice of u whole Drunken Shire And yet,. even then, our Poet's Truth was try'd Tho *twas a Dev'lifh pull to ftem the Tyde And the be né'er did Line of Treafon write Nor made one Rocket on Queen Befle's Nighr Such was his- Fortane, or [o good his Caufe Even then he faild nor wholly of Applasfe £de that could then efrape, now: bolder grows Fatr Stnce the Whig-Tyde runs out, the Loyal. flows AL you who lately here prefuid to bawi 3 3, o Repatd Zaks warning from your Brethren at Guild-hall Zhe Spirit of Rebellion there is quell'd And here your. Poet's A&s are all repeal'd : Impartial Yaftice has refum'd age Ler awful Seat, nor bears the Sword in vain The Stage fhall lafh the Follics of the Times And the Laws Vengeance overtake the Crimes |