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Rh Mean while duke Guise did fret and fume, A sight it was to see, Benumb'd beneath the evening dew Under the greenwood tree.

Then, wet and weary, home he far'd, Sore mutt'ring all the way, "The day I meet him, Nic. shall rue The cudgel of that day.

"Mean time on every pissing-post Paste we this recreant's name, So that each passer by shall read And piss against the same."

Now God preserve our gracious king, And grant his nobles all May learn this lesson from duke Nic., That "pride will have a fall."

IF meagre Gildon draws his venal quill, I wish the man a dinner, and sit still: If dreadful Dennis raves in furious fret, I'll answer Dennis, when I am in debt. 'Tis hunger, and not malice, makes them print; And who'll wage war with Bedlam or the Mint? Should some more sober criticks come abroad, If wrong, I smile; if right, I kiss the rod. Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence; And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense. . XVII.