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To B-thus refignd in friendly wife, Our glaring Lass begins apace to rise, Distributing her Favours very thick, And sometimes witty Willmot had a lick; And thus she traded on in noble Ware, Serving the rest with what her Lord cou'd
B--- was Lord of all her Hairy Mannor,
by her: She's B-Whore at present, but you know, When Soveraign wants a W---, that Subjects
must forego. This pat old R.---- Codpiece in a Heat, Go Mrs. Knight, quoth he, and fetch her
Atrait : Soft, quoth Lord B--- but first pay my Score, She's coftme many Pound, then take the Whore:
This R--- scented, and to lay bis Itch,
For this old R--- gave 'em Coach and Horses,
Calld Parliaments, pretending War with France,
Who wou'd not wonder, while he takes such
pains And on both old and young his vigor dreins, Nor wou'd his Nelley long be his Surviver, Alas! who now was good enough to drive her? So she gave way to her consuming Grief, Which brought ber past all Gally-pot Relief; Howe'er it were, as the Old-women say, Her Time was come, and then there's no Delay: So down into the Stygian Lake (he dropt, To meet the Prince she had so often topt.
By the R. H. the Earl of Dorset.
HYLLIS, the fairest of Love's Foes,
Yet fiercer than a Dragon,
What has she now to brag on?
j Which surely Strephon hearing, said,,
It was both:shame and fin To pity such a lazy Jade,
That wou'd neither Kiss nor Spins
The Beautiful Lady of the MAT.
Written by Mr. Dryden, in the Year 1691.
appear, To chufe a May-Lady to govern the Year; All the Nymphs were in White, and the Shep
herds in Green, The Garland was given, and Phyllis was
fires Has broken bis Bow, and extinguish'd his Fires, And vows that himselfand hisMother willmourn Till Pan and fair Syrinx in Triumph return.
III. Forbear your Addresses, and Court us no more, For we will perform wbat the Deity swore. But if you dare think of deserving our Charms, Away with your Sheep-hooks, and take to your
Arms; Then Lawrels and Myrtles your Brows shall a
dorn, When Pan, and his Son, and fair Syrinx return.
196 A Panegyrick on King WILLIAM.
By the Honourable J. How Esq; Hres A IL happy William? thou art strangely
? great, And art the cause thy Virtues are thy Fate : ForThee the Child the Parents Hearts will sting, For Thee the Favourite will desert the King, For Thee the Partiot will subvert the Laws, For Thee the Judge will still decide the Cause, For Thee the Prelate will his Church betray, For Thee the Soldier fights without his Pay, For Thee the Freeman mortgages his Hold, For Thee the Miser lavishes his Gold, For Thee the Merchant loses all his Store, For Thee the Sailors prest, and starves on shore; For Thee our Senate our best Laws fufpend, And will make any new to serve thy End: The chief design of all their loyal Votes, Is to invent new Ways, new Means, and Plots. Nor Credit in the Land but thine will pass, No ready Money, if it wants thy Face. Thy loyal Slaves love thy Oppression more Than all their Wealth and Liberty before : For Thee and Tyranny they all declare, And beg the Blessing of eternal War. And that thisWonder may more wondrous seem, Thou never yet didst one good thing for them. Rebels (like Witches) having sign'd the Rolls, Must serve their Master, cho' they damn their Souls.