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Dick thou'rt resolved as I am told	A
Some strange arcana to unfold	A
And with the help of Buckley's pen	B
To vamp the good old cause again	B
Which thou such Burnet's shrewd advice is	C
Must furbish up and nickname Crisis	D
Thou pompously wilt let us know	E
What all the world knew long ago	E
E'er since Sir William Gore was mayor	F
And Harley fill'd the commons' chair	G
That we a German prince must own	H
When Anne for Heaven resigns her throne	H
But more than that thou'lt keep a rout	I
With who is in and who is out	I
Thou'lt rail devoutly at the peace	J
And all its secret causes trace	K
The bucket play 'twixt Whigs and Tories	L
Their ups and downs with fifty stories	L
Of tricks the Lord of Oxford knows	M
And errors of our plenipoes	M
Thou'lt tell of leagues among the great	N
Portending ruin to our state	N
And of that dreadful coup d' clat	N
Which has afforded thee much chat	N
The queen forsooth despotic gave	O
Twelve coronets without thy leave	P
A breach of liberty 'tis own'd	N
For which no heads have yet atoned	N
Believe me what thou'st undertaken	Q
May bring in jeopardy thy bacon	Q
For madmen children wits and fools	M
Should never meddle with edged tools	M
But since thou'st got into the fire	F
And canst not easily retire	R
Thou must no longer deal in farce	M
Nor pump to cobble wicked verse	M
Until thou shall have eased thy conscience	M
Of spleen of politics and nonsense	M
And when thou'st bid adieu to cares	M
And settled Europe's grand affairs	M
'Twill then perhaps be worth thy while	S
For Drury Lane to shape thy style	S
To make a pair of jolly fellows	M
The son and father join to tell us	M
How sons may safely disobey	T
And fathers never should say nay	T
By which wise conduct they grow friends	M
At last and so the story ends	M
When first I knew thee Dick thou wert	N
Renown'd for skill in Faustus' art	N
Which made thy closet much frequented	N
By buxom lasses some repented	N
Their luckless choice of husbands others	M
Impatient to be like their mothers	M
Received from thee profound directions	M
How best to settle their affections	M
Thus thou a friend to the distress'd	N
Didst in thy calling do thy best	N
But now the senate if things hit	N
And thou at Stockbridge wert not bit	N
Must feel thy eloquence and fire	F
Approve thy schemes thy wit admire	R
Thee with immortal honours crown	U
While patriot like thou'lt strut and frown	U
What though by enemies 'tis said	N
The laurel which adorns thy head	N
Must one day come in competition	Q
By virtue of some sly petition	Q
Yet mum for that hope still the best	N
Nor let such cares disturb thy rest	N
Methinks I hear thee loud as trumpet	N
As bagpipe shrill or oyster strumpet	N
Methinks I see thee spruce and fine	V
With coat embroider'd richly shine	V
And dazzle all the idol faces	M
As through the hall thy worship paces	M
Though this I speak but at a venture	F
Supposing thou hast tick with Hunter	F
Methinks I see a blackguard rout	N
Attend thy coach and hear them shout	N
In approbation of thy tongue	W
Which in their style is purely hung	W
Now now you carry all before you	X
Nor dares one Jacobite or Tory	Y
Pretend to answer one syl lable	S
Except the matchless hero Abel	S
What though her highness and her spouse	M
In Antwerp keep a frugal house	M
Yet not forgetful of a friend	N
They'll soon enable thee to spend	N
If to Macartney thou wilt toast	N
And to his pious patron's ghost	N
Now manfully thou'lt run a tilt	N
On popes for all the blood they've spilt	N
For massacres and racks and flames	M
For lands enrich'd by crimson streams	M
For inquisitions taught by Spain	Z
Of which the Christian world complain	Z
Dick we agree all's true thou'st said	N
As that my Muse is yet a maid	N
But if I may with freedom talk	A2
All this is foreign to thy walk	A2
Thy genius has perhaps a knack	B2
At trudging in a beaten track	B2
But is for state affairs as fit	N
As mine for politics and wit	N
Then let us both in time grow wise	M
Nor higher than our talents rise	M
To some snug cellar let's repair	G
From duns and debts and drown our care	G
Now quaff of honest ale a quart	N
Now venture at a pint of port	N
With which inspired we'll club each night	N
Some tender sonnet to indite	N
And with Tom D'Urfey Phillips Dennis	M
Immortalize our Dolls and Jennys	M

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