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VERSES ON ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET.
Made David[1] seem so mad and freakish,
All thought him just what thought king Achish.
No mortal read his Solomon[2],
But judg'd R'oboam his own son.
Moses[3] he serv'd as Moses Pharaoh,
And Deborah as she Siserah;
Made Jeremy[4] full sore to cry,
And Job[5] himself curse God and die.
What punishment all this must follow?
Shall Arthur use him like king Tollo?
Shall David as Uriah slay him?
Or dext'rous Deb'rah Siserah him?
Or shall Eliza lay a plot
To treat him like her sister Scot?
Shall William dub his better end[6]?
Or Marlb'rough serve him like a friend?
No, none of these — Heaven spare his life!
But send him, honest Job, thy wife.
- ↑ Translation of all the Psalms.
- ↑ Canticles and Ecclesiastes.
- ↑ Paraphrase of the Canticles of Moses and Deborah, &c.
- ↑ The Lamentations.
- ↑ The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio.
- ↑ Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the shoulder.
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