HE ERE, five foot deep, lies on his back A cobler, ftarmonger, and quack; Who to the ftars in pure good-will Does to his best look upward fill. Weep, all you customers that ufe His pills, his almanacks, or fhoes: And you that did your fortunes feck, Step to his grave but once a week: This earth, which bears his body's print, You'll find has fo much virtue in't, That I durft pawn my ears 'twill tell Whate'er concerns you full as well, In phyfick, ftolen goods, or love, As he himself could, when above. * VERSES To be prefix'd before BERNARD LINTOT's New Mifcellany. SOME Colineus + praife, fome Bleau †, Others account them but fo fo; Some Plantin + to the reft prefer, *The Oxford and Cam bridge mifcellany, 8vo. + Printers famous for have ing publifhed fine editions of the Bible, and of the Greek and Roman clafficks. Others with Aldus* wou'd befot us; But all that comes from Lintot's hand A page is blotted, or leaf wanting: And pays prodigious dear for --- fenfe. Lintot's for genʼral use are fit; For fome folks read, but all folks fh---. * A famous printer. * TO *TO MR. JOHN MOORE, Author of the celebrated Worm-Powder. How much, OW much, egregious Moore, are we What'eer we think, whate'er we fee, Man is a very worm by birth, That woman is a worm, we find, The learn'd themselves we book-worms name; The blockhead is a flow-worm ; The nymph, whose tail is all on flame, The fops are painted butterflies, First from a worm they take their rise, H 3 The The flatterer an earwig grows; That statesmen have the worm, is feen Ah Moore! thy fkill were well employd, If thou could'ft make the courtier void O! learned friend of Abchurch-lane, Our fate thou only can'ft adjourn *Button's coffee-house, in Covent-Garden, frequented by the wits of that time. * VERSES Occafioned by an etc. at the End of Mr. D'Urfy's Name in the Title to one of his Plays Jo * OVE call'd before him t'other day All diphthongs, and all confonants, Were filent, which by fate's decree Chim'd in fo smoothly, one by one, To the fweet name of Tom D'Urfy. N, by whom names fubfift, declar'd, To have no place in this was hard And 2 maintain'd 'twas but his due Still to keep company with U; So hop'd to ftand no lefs than he In the great name of Tom D'Urfy. E fhew'd, a comma ne'er could claim A place in any British name; Yet, making here a perfect botch, Thrufts your poor vowel from his notch; *This accident happen'd a flourish there, which the by Mr. D'Urfy's having made printer miftook for an etc. H 4 Hiatus |