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Well 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd	A
Though we all took it for a jest	A
Partridge is dead nay more he died	B
Ere he could prove the good 'squire lied	B
Strange an astrologer should die	C
Without one wonder in the sky	C
Not one of his crony stars	D
To pay their duty at his hearse	E
No meteor no eclipse appear'd	F
No comet with a flaming beard	F
The sun has rose and gone to bed	G
Just as if Partridge were not dead	G
Nor hid himself behind the moon	H
To make a dreadful night at noon	H
He at fit periods walks through Aries	I
Howe'er our earthly motion varies	I
And twice a year he'll cut the equator	J
As if there had been no such matter	J
Some wits have wonder'd what analogy	K
There is 'twixt cobbling and astrology	K
How Partridge made his optics rise	L
From a shoe sole to reach the skies	L
A list the cobbler's temples ties	L
To keep the hair out of his eyes	L
From whence 'tis plain the diadem	M
That princes wear derives from them	M
And therefore crowns are nowadays	N
Adorn'd with golden stars and rays	N
Which plainly shows the near alliance	O
'Twixt cobbling and the planets science	O
Besides that slow pac'd sign Bootes	O
As 'tis miscall'd we know not who 'tis	O
But Partridge ended all disputes	O
He knew his trade and call'd it boots	O
The horned moon which heretofore	P
Upon their shoes the Romans wore	P
Whose wideness kept their toes from corns	O
And whence we claim our shoeing horns	O
Shows how the art of cobbling bears	O
A near resemblance to the spheres	O
A scrap of parchment hung by geometry	K
A great refinement in barometry	K
Can like the stars foretell the weather	K
And what is parchment else but leather	K
Which an astrologer might use	O
Either for almanacs or shoes	O
Thus Partridge by his wit and parts	O
At once did practise both these arts	O
And as the boding owl or rather	K
The bat because her wings are leather	K
Steals from her private cell by night	Q
And flies about the candle light	Q
So learned Partridge could as well	R
Creep in the dark from leathern cell	R
And in his fancy fly as far	K
To peep upon a twinkling star	K
Besides he could confound the spheres	O
And set the planets by the ears	O
To show his skill he Mars could join	S
To Venus in aspect malign	T
Then call in Mercury for aid	U
And cure the wounds that Venus made	U
Great scholars have in Lucian read	G
When Philip king of Greece was dead	G
His soul and spirit did divide	B
And each part took a different side	B
One rose a star the other fell	R
Beneath and mended shoes in hell	R
Thus Partridge still shines in each art	V
The cobbling and star gazing part	V
And is install'd as good a star	K
As any of the Caesars are	K
Triumphant star some pity show	W
On cobblers militant below	W
Whom roguish boys in stormy nights	O
Torment by pissing out their lights	O
Or thro' a chink convey their smoke	X
Inclos'd artificers to choke	X
Thou high exalted in thy sphere	K
May'st follow still thy calling there	K
To thee the Bull will lend his hide	B
By Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd	B
For thee they Argo's hulk will tax	O
And scrape her pitchy sides for wax	O
Then Ariadne kindly lends	O
Her braided hair to make thee ends	O
The point of Sagittarius' dart	B
Turns to an awl by heav'nly art	B
And Vulcan wheedled by his wife	Y
Will forge for thee a paring knife	Y
For want of room by Virgo's side	B
She'll strain a point and sit astride	B
To take thee kindly in between	Z
And then the signs will be thirteen	Z
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THE EPITAPH	A2
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Here five foot deep lies on his back	B2
A cobbler star monger and quack	B2
Who to the stars in pure good will	C2
Does to his best look upward still	C2
Weep all you customers that use	O
His pills his almanacs or shoes	O
And you that did your fortunes seek	D2
Step to his grave but once a week	D2
This earth which bears his body's print	B
You'll find has so much virtue in't	B
That I durst pawn my ears 't will tell	R
Whate'er concerns you full as well	R
In physic stolen goods or love	E2
As he himself could when above	E2

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