154 3 T& WORKS of the

I)—me, (says Dinghy) in my Mind, G—d’s W—ds,->Etherege writes airy Songs and soft Lampoons, >

The best of any Man. As for your Nouns, J

Grammar, and Rules of Art, he knows ’em not!

Yet wrote two taking Plays, without one Plot.

Huff was for Settle, and Morocco prais’d,

Laid rumbling Words, like Drums, his Courage rais’d,Whose broad-built Bulks the boijl'rous Billows hear !

, Zapbee and Sally, Mugadore, Qran, a

The fam d Ar&ile, Alcazar, Tetuan. >

Was ever braver Language wrote by Man ? J

Kickum for Crown declar’d, said, in Romance,

He had out-done the very Wits of France:

Witness Pandion, and his Charles the Eight, -i

Where a young Monarch, careless of his Fate, >

Thro' Foreign Troops and Rebels shock his State ; JComplains another Sight afflicts him more,

(Viz.) Th,e Queen's Galleys rowing from the Shore,Fitting their Oars and Tackling to be gone,

Wbiljlsporting Wavessmil'd on the Rijtng-Sun.

Waves smiling on the Sun ! I'm sure that’s new,

And ’twas well thought on, give the Dev’l his Due.

Mine Host, who had said nothing in an Hour,

Rose up, and prais’d the Indian Emperor-,

As if our bid'World modefily withdrew,

And here in private had brought forth a-new.

Here are two Lines ! Who but he durst presumeTo make th’ Old World a New Withdrawing-Room,Where of another World she’s brought to-bed ?

What a brave Midwife is a Laureass Head!

But, Pox of all these Scribblers, what d’ye think,Will Souches this Year any Champaign drink?

Will Twenne fight him ? Without Doubt, fays Huff,

]f they Two meet, their Meeting will be rough.

D—me,