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Thou art, indeed, the drug a gardner wants,
Th' emphatic speaker dearly loves t'oppose,
had a world of talk With one he stumbled on, and lost his walk. I interrupt him with a sudden bow, Adieu, dear Sir ! lest you should lose it now.
I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume ;
The sight's enough-no need to smell a beau-
graver coxcomb we may sometimes see, Quite as absurd, though not so light as he : A shallow brain behind a serious mask, An oracle within an empty cask, The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock
never is at home : "I'is like a parcel sent you by the stage, Some handsome present, as your hopes presage ; 'Tis heavy, bulky, and bids fair to prove An absent friend's fidelity and love, But when unpack'd your disappointment groans, To find it stuff'd with brick-bats, earth, and stones,
Some men employ their health, an ugly trick, In making known how oft they have been sick,
And give us, in recitals of disease,
and eyes, seem present on the spot.
Some fretful tempers wince at every touch, You always do too little or too much ; You speak with life, in hopes to entertain, Your elevated voice goes through the brain ; You fall at once into a lower key, That's worse--the drone-pipe of a humble-bee. The southern sash admits too strong a light, You rise and drop the curtain--now it's night. He shakes with cold-you stir the fire and strive To make a blaze-that's roasting him alive. Serve him with venison, and he chooses fish; With soal—that's just the sort he would not wish. He takes what he at first profess'd to loath, And in due time feeds heartily on both ; Yet still, o'erclouded with a constant frown, He does not swallow, but he gulps it down. Your hope to please him, vain on every plan, Himself should ork that wonder, if he can
Affords a plea, allowable or just,
Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife
Ye powers who rule the tongue, if such there are, And make colloquial happiness your care, Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate A duel in the form of a debate. The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, (For opposition gives opinion strength) Divert the champions, prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably.dispos’d to death. Oh, thwart me not, Sir Soph, at every turn, Nor carp at every flaw you may discern ; Though syllogisms hang not on my tongue, I am not surely always in the wrong! "Tis hard, if all is false that I advance A fool must now and then be right by chance. Not that all freedom of dissent I blame ; No-there I grant the privilege I claim. A disputable point is no man's ground; Rove where you please, 'tis common all around. Discourse may want an animated No, To brush the surface, and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and casa