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High on a gorgeous seat that far out shone	A
Henley's gilt tub or Flecknoe's Irish throne	A
Or that where on her Curlls the public pours	B
All bounteous fragrant grains and golden showers	C
Great Cibber sate the proud Parnassian sneer	D
The conscious simper and the jealous leer	D
Mix on his look all eyes direct their rays	E
On him and crowds turn coxcombs as they gaze	E
His peers shine round him with reflected grace	F
New edge their dulness and new bronze their face	F
So from the sun's broad beam in shallow urns	F
Heaven's twinkling sparks draw light and point their horns	F
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Not with more glee by hands Pontific crown'd	G
With scarlet hats wide waving circled round	G
Rome in her Capitol saw Querno sit	H
Throned on seven hills the Antichrist of wit	H
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And now the queen to glad her sons proclaims	F
By herald hawkers high heroic games	F
They summon all her race an endless band	I
Pours forth and leaves unpeopled half the land	I
A motley mixture in long wigs in bags	F
In silks in crapes in garters and in rags	F
From drawing rooms from colleges from garrets	F
On horse on foot in hacks and gilded chariots	F
All who true dunces in her cause appear'd	J
And all who knew those dunces to reward	K
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Amid that area wide they took their stand	I
Where the tall maypole once o'er looked the Strand	I
But now so Anne and piety ordain	L
A church collects the saints of Drury Lane	L
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With authors stationers obey'd the call	M
The field of glory is a field for all	M
Glory and gain the industrious tribe provoke	N
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke	N
A poet's form she placed before their eyes	F
And bade the nimblest racer seize the prize	F
No meagre muse rid mope adust and thin	O
In a dun night gown of his own loose skin	O
But such a bulk as no twelve bards could raise	F
Twelve starveling bards of these degenerate days	F
All as a partridge plump full fed and fair	D
She form'd this image of well bodied air	D
With pert flat eyes she window'd well its head	P
A brain of feathers and a heart of lead	P
And empty words she gave and sounding strain	L
But senseless lifeless idol void and vain	L
Never was dash'd out at one lucky hit	H
A fool so just a copy of a wit	H
So like that critics said and courtiers swore	D
A wit it was and call'd the phantom More	D
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All gaze with ardour some a poet's name	Q
Others a sword knot and laced suit inflame	Q
But lofty Lintot in the circle rose	F
'This prize is mine who tempt it are my foes	F
With me began this genius and shall end '	-
He spoke and who with Lintot shall contend	R
Fear held them mute Alone untaught to fear	D
Stood dauntless Curll 'Behold that rival here	D
The race by vigour not by vaunts is won	S
So take the hindmost Hell ' He said and run	S
Swift as a bard the bailiff leaves behind	T
He left huge Lintot and out stripp'd the wind	T
As when a dab chick waddles through the copse	F
On feet and wings and flies and wades and hops	F
So labouring on with shoulders hands and head	P
Wide as a wind mill all his figure spread	P
With arms expanded Bernard rows his state	U
And left legg'd Jacob seems to emulate	U
Full in the middle way there stood a lake	V
Which Curll's Corinna chanced that morn to make	V
Such was her wont at early dawn to drop	W
Her evening cates before his neighbour's shop	W
Here fortuned Curll to slide loud shout the band	I
And Bernard Bernard rings through all the Strand	I
Obscene with filth the miscreant lies bewray'd	I
Fallen in the plash his wickedness had laid	I
Then first if poets aught of truth declare	D
The caitiff vaticide conceived a prayer	D
'Hear Jove whose name my bards and I adore	D
As much at least as any god's or more	D
And him and his if more devotion warms	F
Down with the Bible up with the Pope's arms '	-
	-
A place there is betwixt earth air and seas	F
Where from Ambrosia Jove retires for ease	F
There in his seat two spacious vents appear	D
On this he sits to that he leans his ear	D
And hears the various vows of fond mankind	I
Some beg an eastern some a western wind	I
All vain petitions mounting to the sky	X
With reams abundant this abode supply	X
Amused he reads and then returns the bills	F
Sign'd with that ichor which from gods distils	F
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In office here fair Cloacina stands	F
And ministers to Jove with purest hands	F
Forth from the heap she pick'd her votary's prayer	D
And placed it next him a distinction rare	D
Oft had the goddess heard her servant's call	M
From her black grottos near the Temple wall	M
Listening delighted to the jest unclean	Y
Of link boys vile and watermen obscene	Y
Where as he fish'd her nether realms for wit	I
She oft had favour'd him and favours yet	I
Renew'd by ordure's sympathetic force	F
As oil'd with magic juices for the course	F
Vigorous he rises from the effluvia strong	Z
Imbibes new life and scours and stinks along	Z
Repasses Lintot vindicates the race	F
Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face	F
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And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand	I
Where the tall Nothing stood or seem'd to stand	I
A shapeless shade it melted from his sight	I
Like forms in clouds or visions of the night	I
To seize his papers Curll was next thy care	D
His papers light fly diverse toss'd in air	D
Songs sonnets epigrams the winds uplift	I
And whisk them back to Evans Young and Swift	I
The embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey	D
That suit an unpaid tailor snatch'd away	D
No rag no scrap of all the beau or wit	I
That once so flutter'd and that once so writ	I
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Heaven rings with laughter of the laughter vain	L
Dulness good queen repeats the jest again	A2
Three wicked imps of her own Grub Street choir	D
She deck'd like Congreve Addison and Prior	D
Mears Warner Wilkins run delusive thought	I
Breval Bond Bezaleel the varlets caught	I
Curll stretches after Gay but Gay is gone	B2
He grasps an empty Joseph for a John	C2
So Proteus hunted in a nobler shape	D2
Became when seized a puppy or an ape	D2
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To him the goddess 'Son thy grief lay down	E2
And turn this whole illusion on the town	E2
As the sage dame experienced in her trade	I
By names of toasts retails each batter'd jade	I
Whence hapless Monsieur much complains at Paris	F
Of wrongs from duchesses and Lady Maries	F
Be thine my stationer this magic gift	I
Cook shall be Prior and Concanen Swift	I
So shall each hostile name become our own	A
And we too boast our Garth and Addison '	-
	-
With that she gave him piteous of his case	F
Yet smiling at his rueful length of face	F
A shaggy tapestry worthy to be spread	I
On Codrus' old or Dunton's modern bed	I
Instructive work whose wry mouth'd portraiture	D
Display'd the fates her confessors endure	D
Earless on high stood unabash'd Defoe	F2
And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge below	F2
There Ridpath Roper cudgell'd might ye view	G2
The very worsted still look'd black and blue	G2
Himself among the storied chiefs he spies	F
As from the blanket high in air he flies	F
And oh he cried what street what lane but knows	F
Our purgings pumpings blanketings and blows	F
In every loom our labours shall be seen	Y
And the fresh vomit run for ever green	Y
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See in the circle next Eliza placed	I
Two babes of love close clinging to her waist	I
Fair as before her works she stands confess'd	I
In flowers and pearls by bounteous Kirkall dress'd	I
The goddess then 'Who best can send on high	X
The salient spout far streaming to the sky	X
His be yon Juno of majestic size	F
With cow like udders and with ox like eyes	F
This China Jordan let the chief o'ercome	Q
Replenish not ingloriously at home '	-
	-
Osborne and Curll accept the glorious strife	H2
Though this his son dissuades and that his wife	H2
One on his manly confidence relies	F
One on his vigour and superior size	F
First Osborne lean'd against his letter'd post	I
It rose and labour'd to a curve at most	I
So Jove's bright bow displays its watery round	I
Sure sign that no spectator shall be drown'd	I
A second effort brought but new disgrace	F
The wild meander was	F

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