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F thou canst lay aside a spendthrift's air, And condescend to feed on homely fare, Such as we Minters, with ragouts unstor'd, Will, in defiance of the law, afford: Quit thy patrols with Toby's Christmas box, And come to me at The Two Fighting Cocks; Since printing by subscription now is grown The stalest, idlest cheat about the town; And ev'n Charles Gildon, who, a papist bred, Has an alarm against that worship spread, Is practising those beaten paths of cruising, And for new levies on Proposals musing. 'Tis true, that Bloomsbury square's a noble place: But what are lofty buildings in thy case? What's a fine house embellish'd to profusion, Where shoulderdabbers are in execution? Or whence its timorous tenant seldom sallies, But apprehensive of insulting bailiffs? This once be mindful of a friend's advice, And cease to be improvidently nice; Rh