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• Give us, (hem, hem,) one Drop to clear our Lungs,

(Hem, hem) one little Drop to cool our Tongues.' 55 « No ; not a single Drop, 'stern Socio roar'd, And


he snatch'd the Bottle from the Board. « How dares Licentiato force our Gate ?' He said, and hursd the Boitle at his Pate. The Glass, less hard, quick from hisFront rebounds,60 Scarce leaving on the Skin some superficial Wounds.

Thrice happy thou, whose tender Brain's immur'd In thickest Cafe, by leaden Skull secur'd ! Drug-venders else had rued th' Adventure crofs, And callous Undertakers mourn’d thy Loss.


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s to be religiously affected than his Comrades) took

the Freedom gently to put his Hand towards the < Beard of Manlius Papirius, as if he meant to <stroke it; a Familiarity which so much offended 5 the majestick Figure, that, with a smart Blow of « his Ivory Truncheon, he broke the Fellow's Head. « There needed no more to put an End to all Re. « verence for such a cholerick Deity. The Gauls « instantly killed Papirius ; and, as if he had given - the Signal for a general Massacre, all the rest were o now flain, sitting, like him, in State, in their Curule 6 Chairs.'

Hooke's Rom. Hift. Book II. Chap. XXXVIII.

Let the Reader figure to himself the Doctors, their magnificent full-trim'd Black,--their long white Perukes,--their Air of Greatness,—their Silence, Stillness, and Serenity,their Gold-headed Canes, (no less respectable than the Ivory Truncheon)--their sitting in State, in their Elbow Chairs ;-Let the Reader, I say, figure to himself these Majestick Figures, and we are confident, he must be struck with Awe and Admiration.

Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies Stun'd from the Floor unable to arise ; And, as when Cupping-utensil's applied, The trickling

Streams from narrow Sluices glide, So down his face flow flows a purple Flood : 70 The Muse affirms not, whether Wine or Blood.


AND now a general Tumult reigns thro' all; To Arms, to Arms," on ev'ry Side they

bawl. Each grave Bashaw, that bears three deathful Tails, Rous'd from his Torpor joins in fierce Afails; Foregoes his wonted Solemness of Mein, 5 While Wig meets Wig, and Cane encounters Cane.


V. 67. Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies

Stun'dm- from the Floor unable to arise. The Sound is here designedly made to echoe to the Sense. So Virgil.

-procumbit humi Bos. Many Instances may be brought, not only from the Greek and Latin Poets, of similar Attention, but alfo from our own. Let one suffice.

Shakespear, in his King Lear, has the following Line.

Many a Fathom down precipitating," the Precipitation of which Tate has chosen to flop (in his Alteration of this Play) by substituting

“ Many a Fathom tumbling down," O what a tumbling down is here!



The rused Hairs on fretful Perukes rise,
Like Quills on Hedge-hog, when he rolld up lies ;
Their Knots on either Side the Tyes unfold,
And pendent Midmost stands erectly bold.

So when Medusa's Head bore Snakes for Hair,
(Curld like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear,)
Their Folds untwisting, with Amaze and Dread
They struck the Foe, and instant star'd him dead.
The Cane, for Sapience rever'd of old,

15 (With Head of Amber, or with Head of Gold,) Sage Nurse of Thought, that gently kiss’d the Nose, On the crack'd Cranium deals descending Blows. The short snug Sword, of Measure Larks to spit, With modeft Hilt just peeping thro’ the Slit From peaceful Scabbard starts a warring Blade, • By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made.


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V. 7. The ruffled Hairs on fretful Perukes rise,

Like Quills on Hedge-hög, when he rold up lies.

Make thy young Hairs to stand on End,
Like Quills upon the fretfuì Porcupine.

HAMLET. V. 12. Curl'd like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear.

These preposterous Ornaments of false Hair, twisted and twirled into a thousand unnatural Shapes, may indeed be very properly called Medusa Têtes, though it must be confessed they are in the Language of Enamoratos) not quite so kiliing. For the Story of Medusa, see the End of the Latin Dictionary, under the Letter M. V. 22. By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made.?

When himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin.



So when a Taylor on the Shopboard fits,
Of Galligalkins to repair the Slits,
Tormented by the Foe, he Vengeance vows, 25
And with his Spear, a Needle, pricks a Louse.

And now a general Tumult reigns thro' all,
To Arms, to Arms, on ev'ry Side they bawl.
So loud the Din, fo terrible the Roar,
It pierc'd the Earth to Lethe’s farther Shore ;

Shook Pluto's Throne,--who trembled for his Friends,
So skilld, fo prompt to ferve their mutual Enus.
Resolv'd to part them, he ascends to Light,
Enters the Room, in folemn Vest bedight.

A fable Truncheon his Right-hand displays, 35 And in his Left four flaming Torches blaze; Rings on his Fingers for departed Friends ; Athwart his Breait a alken Scarf descends ; Plumes on his Head, and on his Back he bore, Like Herald's Coat, a Robe escutcheon'd o'er.

40 An Undertaker aptly he appears :Black is the constant Dress Hell's Monarch wears.

Thus have we seen, in Pantomimick Tricks, Grim Pluto thro' the Trap-door come from Styx ; Black and all black, all dismal is his Suit,

45 And powder'd seems the Peruke's self with Soot: His Legs alone, with emblematic Aim, In scarlet-colour'd Hose affect to Flame. Hold, hold, (he cries,) what means this def

p'rate Fray? • Will ye yourselves instead of others say? 50 • Has Beaume purg'd Autumn of each fad Complaint? The Air in vain does Influenza taint?

« What!

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V. 52. Has Beaume purg'd Autumn of each sad

Complaint ?
The Air in vain does Influenza taint?

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ļ What! no acute, no chronical Disease, ! No Fevers want your Aid? No Pleurisies, 55

No Coughs, Consumptions, Atrophies, Catarrhs ? ! No foul Mishaps from Love's intemp’rate Wars? • If ye neglect Your Business, there will be, & Alas! I fear, but little Work for Me.

• What's in a Name? That which we call a Wig, 60 By any other Name would look as big. What's in a Place? Where'er ye bad Degrees,

The same the Latin in your Recipes: ? The Scrawl, illegible to vulgar Eyes, Denotes you deeply learn'd, and wond'rous wife.


N O T E S. Beaume de Vie. A Medicine so called, which is advertised as a sovereign Remedy against autumnal Complaints.

Influenza. A Distemper which rages in Italy, in the Summer Months. The Term has been adopted in England. V. 58. If ye neglect Your Business, there will be,

Alas! I fear, but little Work for Me. The two Trades are so intimately connected, that an eminent Apothecary, whose eldest Son is brought up to the Father's Profeffion, has, with a prudent Forecast, bound his youngest Son Apprentice to an Undertaker.

V. 60. What's in a Name? That which we call a Wig,

By any other Name would look as big.
A Parody on the following Lines ;
What's in a Name? That which we call a Rose,
By any other Name would smell as sweet.

Romeo and JULIET.

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