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THE

SATIRIST:
(which certain persone in Westmorelesne

forrn i distinguish'd faxera)

OR,

EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR.

BY JOHN CLOSE-AGED 16.

What, though I am a Butcher's son,
And be dispised by many a one;
May I not write, as well as those,
Who are more learn'd, and have less foes ?

ENTERBERRE PoET.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover every
body's face but their own; which is the chief reason, for that kind
reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended
with it.-Swift,

( With Notes and explanations in the

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APPLEBY:
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR BY JOHN BRIGGS,

AND SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS.

1833.

LIBP

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APOLOGY,

BY WAY OF ADVERTISEMENT.

The Author's motive in writing and composing the following Work; was, in the first place, to

please, or gratify a few of his friends; secondly, * to obtain a little of the Dust of Peru, for the

purpose of procuring Intellectual Food. An old Proverb says,

" That a Fool can best teach Wise Men wit;" therefore, if any of the following pages prove in any measure, an instrumental means of teaching any one Wit, another purpose will be answered. And though this weak little Work, may, as it has been said it will, be laughed at, and the Author termed a Fool and an Idiot! yet, as the Great Boileau says, “Those are the worst Works, of which nobody speaks at all.”

Poverty has few friends, and if being poor be a fault, or a failing, then the Author is guilty. To the small few who at the present support him, he will endeavour to render himself worthy of, and to merit

Their kind Patronage and Approbation,

THE AUTHOR.

* This is true and no Satin - Mought then were

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DEDICATION.

A SATIRE.

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To Dedicate, or not? that is the question,
Which has troubled me so long,
That I have thought and thought again,
Till I at last concluded it a thing,

Not worth the study of a minute !
A minute ! no; but to my story,
Which I will lay just now before ye:
Into my head a whim once came,
That I would write, and get a name !
To be styl'd an Author I thought it fine,
But since, its prov'd more bitter than brine.
My pen I got, and after wrote away,
Both in the night and in the day ;
Then to Squire –, I made a motion,
To write me a letter of 'commendation,
The Squire, good man, was frank and free,
To my request he did agree;
He signód his name, two lines he gave,
Of which in Preface you will have.
Two other gentlemen came forward,
And wrote their names, to get me onward;
(Who they were I shall not mention,
For fear I take off your attention.)
With letter so writ, and well indicted,
My hopes I thought could not be blighted ;
Subscribers I got, and you may see,
How gracious they have been to me.

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