Lofty fong,
Measure long;
But I fear

That thine ear

Such a poem could not bear :

Therefore I

Mean to try
Humbler lays
Worthy praife.
If my strains
Work'd thee pains,
'Tis not mine

To divine

Whether coft,

Labour loft,
May on Lilliput be test.
Horfe and foot

Would you put
In the way,
Who could fay

I had blame,

If they came

Near my stride,

And befide

My huge foot gigantick dy'd?

But while here

I appear
Mountain-fize

'To little eyes,

Careless found,

You might bound,
Little poet! to the ground.

VERSES

To be placed under the

PICTURE OF SIR R-B

ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET;

Containing a complete catalogue of bis works. SEE who ne'er was, nor will be half read; Who first fang Arthur (a), then sang Alfred (¿); Prais'd great Eliza (c) in God's 's anger, Till all true Englishmen cry'd, Hang her! Made William's virtues wipe the bare a— And hang'd up Marlborough in arras (d); Then hifs'd from earth, grew heav'nly quite; Made ev'ry reader curse the light (e); Maul'd human wit in one thick fatire (ƒ),

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Next, in three books, spoil'd human nature (g). 10 Undid creation (b) at a jirk,

And of redemption (i) made damn'd work.

(a) Two heroick poems, in folio, twenty books.

(b) Heroick poem, in twelve books.

(c) Heroick poem, in folio, ten books.

(d) Inftructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver. (e) Hymn to the light.

(f) Satire against wit.

(g) of the nature of man.

(b) Creation, a poem, in feven books.

(i) The Redeemer, another heroick Poem, în fix books:

Then took his Mufe at once and dipt her
Full in the middle of the Scripture.

What wonders there the man grown old did! 15
Sternhold himself he out-Sternholded;

Made David (4) feem fo mad and freakish,

All thought him just what thought King Achish.
No mortal read, his Solomon (1),

But judg'd Re'boam his own fon.
Mofes he ferv'd as Mofes Pharaoh,
And Deborah, as fle Siserah (m):
Made Jeremy (n) full fore to cry,
And Jab (o) himself curfe God and die.

What punishment all this must follow?
Shall Arthur ufe him like King Tollow?
Shall David as Uriah slay him ?
Or dext'rous Deb'rah Siferah-him?
Or fhall Eliza lay a plot,

Te treat him like her fifter Seot?

Shall William dub his better end (p),

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Or Marlbro' ferve him like a friend?

No!-none of these !-Heav'n fpare his life!

But fend him, honest Job! thy wife.

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(*) Tranflation of all the Pfalms.

(1) Canticles and Ecclefiaftes.

(m) Paraphrafe of the Canticles of Mofes and Deborah, &'c. (n) The Lamentations.

(0) The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio.

Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the fhoulder.