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78 Why against printers all this noise? This summoning of blackguard boys? Why so sagacious in your guesses? Your effs, and tees, and arrs, and esses? Take my advice; to make you safe, I know a shorter way be half. The point is plain; remove the cause; Defend your liberties and laws. Be sometimes to your country true, Have once the public good in view: Bravely despise champaign at court, And choose to dine at home with port: Let prelates, by their good behaviour, Convince us they believe a Saviour; Nor sell what they so dearly bought, This country, now their own, for nought. Ne'er did a true satirick muse Virtue or Innocence abuse; And 'tis against poetick rules To rail at men, by nature fools: But * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

TATIS SUÆ fifty-two, A rich divine began to woo A handsome, young, imperious girl, Nearly related to an earl. Her parents and her friends consent, The couple to the temple went: They first invite the Cyprian queen; 'Twas answer'd, "She would not be seen;" The