TO SHIPPEN, APOLLO was cold with Respect,
Since he for the State could the Mufes neglect:
But faid, in a greater Affembly he shin'd,
And Places were things he had ever declin❜d.

TR--P, Y-G and VANBRUGH expected Reward, For fome things writ well, but APOLLO declar'd, That one was too flat, the other too rough, And the third fure already had Places enough.

Pert B-LL came next, and demanding the Bays, Said, thofe Works must be good, which had ADDISON'S Praise;

But APOLLO reply'd, Child EUSTACE, 'tis known

Moft Authors will praise whatsoever's their own.

Then PHPS came forth, as ftarch as a Quaker, Whose fimple Profession's a Pastoral-maker;

APOLLO advis'd him from Playhouse to keep,

And pipe to nought clfe but his Dog and his Sheep.

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H-HS,

H-HS, F-TON, and G-Y, came last in the Train, glet:гoo modest to ask for the Crown they would gain : PHOEBUS thought them too bashful, and faid they would need

More Boldness if ever they hop'd to fucceed.

APOLLO now driv'n to a curfed Quandary,
Was wishing for SWIFT, or the fam'd Lady MARY:

Nay, had honeft TOM SOUTHERN but been within call

he But at last he grew wanton, and laugh'd at them all:

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And fo'fpying one who came only to gaze,
A Hater of Verfe, and Defpifer of Plays:
To him in great form, without any Delay
(Tho'a zealous Fanatick) presented the Bay.

All the Wits stood astonish'd, at hearing the God So gravely pronounce an Election fo odd:

And tho' PRIOR and POPE only laugh'd in his Face,

Most others were ready to fink in the Place.

Yet

Yet fome thought the Vacancy open was kept, Concluding the Bigot would never accept:

But the Hypocrite told them, he well understood, Tho' the Function was wicked, the Stipend was good

At laft in rush'd EUSDEN, and cry'd, "Who fhal have it,

"But I, the true Laureat, to whom the King gave it? APOLLO begg'd pardon, and granted his Claim ; But vow'd, tho' till then he ne'er heard of his Name.

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On the TIMES.

INCE in vain our Parfons teach,

Hear, for once, a Poet preach.

Vice has loft its very Name,

CSkill and Coz'nage thought the fame ;

Only playing well the Game.

Foul Contrivances we fee

Call'd but Ingenuity.

Ample Fortunes often made

Out of Frauds in ev'ry Trade,
Which an aukward Child afford
Enough to wed the greatest Lord.
The Mifer ftarves to raise a Son;

But, if once the Fool is gone,

Years of Thrift fcarce ferve a Day,

Rake-hell fquanders all away.

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Husbands

Husbands fneaking for a Place,

Or toiling for their Pay;

While the Wives undo their Race

By Petticoats and Play.

Breeding Boys to Drink and Dice,

Carrying Girls to Comedies,

Where Ma-ma's Intrigues are fhown,

Which e'er long will be their own.

Having first at Sermon slept,

Tedious Day is weekly kept

By worse Hypocrites, than Men,

Till Monday comes to cheat agen.

Ev'n among the nobleft-born,

Moral Virtue is a Scorn

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Gratitude, but rare at beft;

And Fidelity a Jeft.

All our Wit but Party-mocks ;

All our Wisdom, raifing Stocks:

Counted Folly to defend

Sinking Side, or falling Friend.

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