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Rh To half the world a standing jest, A perfect nuisance to the rest; From many (and we may believe him) Had the best wishes they could give him. To all mankind a constant friend, Provided they had cash to lend. One thing he did before he went hence, He left us a laconick sentence, By cutting of his phrase, and trimming, To prove that bishops were old women. Poor Envy durst not show her phiz, She was so terrified at his. He waded, without any shame, Through thick and thin to get a name, Tried every sharping trick for bread, Ahd after all he seldom sped. When Fortune favour’d, he was nice; He never once would cog the dice: But, if she turn'd against his play, He knew to stop à quatre trois. Now sound in mind, and sound in corpus, (Says he) though swell'd like any porpoise, He hies from hence at forty-four (But by his leave he sinks a score) To the East Indies, there to cheats, Till he can purchase an estate; Where, after he has fill'd his chest, He'll mount his tub, and preach his best, And plainly prove, by dint of text, This world is his, and theirs the next. Lest that the reader should not know The bank where last he set his toe, 'Twas Greenwich. There he took a ship, And gave his creditors the slip. Rh