Salisbury Portiforium, for the major part of them, we refer you to a large heap of uncommon rubbish, to be found ncar better books in Exeter. Changes where, (if you have not been rumaging there already ) you may meet with your content.

Q. Why is a fully man generally term'd a coxcomb ?

4. It may perhaps be a corruption of the word cock's-comb, or the comb. of a cock, which, as an unnecessary part, is always cut off in game-cocks, and only suffer'd to grow upon those of the dunghil ; thence we say coxcomb to an unpolith'd fellow, or a man whose mind or person wants refining.

Q. Gentlemen, I'm going into a bat country, will it be proper to drink much spiricuous liquor there?

A. The general experience of chofe hot countries will convince you, that fpirituous liquors, if not taken to excess, are not only proper, but even neceffari for the preservation of your healih.

Q. Most fuperabundantly fupereminent Apollo, in the mot fuperlative degree : Be is known to your godflip, What I am a cuckold, a most egregious cuckold, infomuch, shat did my horns Sprout in proportions with my cuckoldom, they would strike the fars. It happen'd last night my wife came home a little maudling, and in her qualms to day seems to have much compun&tion, and promises to forsake the forbidden way. Now fou'd flae cease whoring, wou'd shie not cease to be a whore, and by. consequence, ceasing to cuckold me, Mould I nog cease to be a cuckoldi? if Apollo be of this opinion, it would

be of great comfort, not only to many eminent traders, but also to bere and shere an honest Gentleman, who would live. in hopes of fering an end of their disgrace ?

But if my horns must always be my fate,

I'll gore to death all who affront my fate. 4. Most exceedingly exalced cuckold, lin the most extraordinary degree ! Very forry we are, we cannot give you the comfort you with; for fhould not your wife's compunction forfake her with her qualms, (which is yet to be fear'd) as a crack'd glass, tho you crack it no farther, will always semain- a crack'd

glass ;

glass ; so she being ooce a whore will always be one,
and by consequence you always a cuckold. All the
comfort we can give, is to let your patience grow
in proportion with your horns, and to consider it
some comfort to find your condition not worse than
many of your neighbours; and farther confider, that
should affäules upon your reputation by quarrels turn
to personal assaults, your wife has made fome com,
pensation by arming your head in your defence.

Advance your front then like a mountain-bull,
Till
your

foes tremble at your branched scull.
Q. Sirs, What are th: utmost effects of joy and for
row ; and how do they work on our affections ?

A. When the soul is extended with joy, and drawn to its utmost sphere of irradiation, the animal spirits ftir up most delightful and pleasing imaginations, and actuating the nervous fyftem cause the eyes, face, and other members, as it were, to fine and leap forth; and the præcordia being enlivened by the influence of the brain, deliver'd by the nerves, they pour forth the blood morè rapidly through the whole body.

Q. Apollo, What odds will you lay, you keep up *
A. Great odds; the brains of a goose against yours.

Q. Is Englifh one of the Languages spoken after the
Bonfusion of tongues at the tower of Babel"?

A. If'what some criticks have affirm'd were true, namely, that the Babel-confusion consisted not in the multiplication of Languages, but in the different acceptations under which the same words presented themselves to different person's, this would take away the foundation of the question : But tho' this be an hypothefis not to be admitted, yet the question will admit of as ready a folution, fince the English tongue is a mixture of many Languages, and therefore not deriv'd' from the above specified confusion.

Q. Oft does my sluggish muse her pinnions try
With

eager thoughts to court your Deity ;
A panick fear sometimes enervates all,
So much she cannot foar this eartbly ball:-

Amaz'7

year?

M.

Amaz'd with terror at the bold design,
Left me affronts Apollo, or the Nine.
Something at length, through Phoebus quickning light,
Difpellid her clouds, as (wift as be the night :
New vigour added to perform her task,
And humbly of his gadship this to ask.

of what use watry store,
Contain'd in membrane Pericard,

Investing o'er

The magazine of gore ?

The question, if not hard, is still above a mortal's Mallow reach, We must but ask, you condescend to teach.

A. Oh ! Mighty bard, that with elaborate pains
Dost trim thy muse in such scholastic strains ;
That doft such learn’d apologies devise,
As puzzle Phoebus, and the Nine. surprise.
Such thundring flights, as great Parnassus shake,
From Horace plumes, and bays from Virgil take..
To make a just return we don't aspire,
Content alone to read, and to admire :
But will our sense of gratitude disclose,
And solve the query that you now propose.

That little store of watry-juice,
The heart's performance does improve.

Its chiefest use
Is smoothness to produce,

To make it glibly move.
And thus, ('tis hopd), without divine suggestion,
We have expounded your immortal question.

Q. I'm kin to old Par,
And have learn'd as far

As most of the lads in the nation,
My father's a poor man,
Next door to a carman,

A porter by occupation.
He'd have me, I trow, ·
To Cambridge to go,

And fo to make of me a fatesman ::

But I say nothing so,
Unwilling to go,

For I seem to be made for a tradesman.
I leg your advice, Sirs,
May come in a trice, Sirs,

For I'm sure that your patron Apollo
Is a prophet at least,
And therefore knows best,

Which will be most useful to follow ?
A. Your own notion follow,
Your father's is shallow ;

And tho', as a porter, with pains
Great loads he may bear,
We fafely may swear,
The least of his loads are his brains.

Q. Ye fons of Apollo,
Pray tell

, if you're able,
Why most good nags stale,
Soon as litter'd in stable ?

This question resolve,
And I soall opine.;
Ye deserve for your pains,

A flask of good wine.

4. Hold generous querist !
No wine, we beseech you,

How you may be cheaper
Instructed we'll teach you :

For Apollo's amusement
Your question's too ftale ;

But a farrier will foive it

For a pot of good ale.
Q. Te British fons of God Apollo,
Whole fage advices thousands follow,
Give me a reason, (if you can)
Why human life is like a span,
In Mortness; (if there lies the pinch,
'Tis fomewhat longer than an inch)
Or do you so infift upon,
It muft be just to short and long ;

Why not a quarter of a yard,
(That's my span, I have it measur’d)
As well the length of life may be,
As that 'twixt thumb and fingers three :

A. As some are weak, and some are fronger,
Some spans are fort, and some arę longer ;
Thus life's a span till, ( there's the pinch)
Like infants, some are scarce an inch.
And if your span fuits with your brains,
Short life, alas ! for you remains.

Q. I walk'd on Milbank on a day the last week,
With four of my friends, fome diversion to seek,
We met a young lady, brisk, airy and fair,
Who with a maid servant was fauntring there ;
I kiss'd her with fury, and told her I thought,
In her eyes I had met with the bleffing I fought ;
Well pleas’d she appear'd, till ber ugly fac'd maid,
Who, to speak the plain truth, was an ill-natur'd jade;
Entic'd ber to leave us with scolding and frowns,
For why should be hold conversation with clowns ?
At this I grew angry, says I, you're uncivil,
Tour mistress an angel, but you are a devil :
You temps her like fatan, to fall from her blifs,
And lose a gallant, by refenting a kiss.
Now query if I have my breeding betray'd,
And ihe Lady displeas'd in affronting the maid?

A. Why really your café is a little obscure,
It must on her temper depend to be sure ;
Perhaps she'll forgive your affront for your kiss,
But that will be fill as her ladyship is :
You've your folly at least, if not breeding betray'd,
For who'd win the mistress, should first kiss the maid.

The Surprize.
O Sylvia long my vows I had confeft,

With fighs might pierce an adamantiae breaft:
But still my passion no returns cou'd gain,
But scorns and frowns, with never, and in vaia ;
At length I saw beneath a myrtle shade,
In foods of tears, the lovely cruel maid.,

Amaz'd

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