The flatterer an earwig grows; Thus worms fuit all conditions ; Mifers are muck-worms, filk-worms beaus, And death-watches physicians. That statesmen have the worm, is feen Ah Moore! thy fkill were well employ'd, If thou could'ft make the courtier void The worm that never dies! O! learned friend of Abchurch-lane, Our fate thou only can'ft adjourn * Button's coffee-houfe, 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*. J OVE call'd before him t'other day The vowels, U, 0, I, E, A; All diphthongs, and all confonants, Either of England, or of France; And all that were, or wifh'd to be, Rank'd in the name of Tom D'Urfy. Fierce is this caufe; the letters fpoke all, Liquids grew rough, and mutes turn'd vocal. Those four proud fyllables alone Were filent, which by fate's decree Chim'd in so smoothly, one by one, To the sweet 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 stand no less 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, Thrusts your poor vowel from his notch; * This accident happen'd a flourish there, which the by Mr. D'Urfy's having made printer mistook for an etc. Hiatus mi valde deflendus! From which, good Jupiter, defend us ! And made half For though without them both 'twas clear In the great name of Tom D'Urfy, They, VERSES OCCASIONED BY AN etc. 105 They, tho' but ftanders-by, too mutter'd; Diphthongs and triphthongs fwore and Autter'd; That none had fo much right to be Then Jove thus fpake: With care and pain Were you all pleas'd, yet what, I pray, Would each hope to be O in Thomas; * A poet, who used to make verfes ending with the laft fyllables of the names of those perfons he praised; which Voiture turn'd against him in a poem of the same kind. And And all th' ambitious vowels vie, Then, well-belov'd and trusty letters! Et cæt'ra therefore, we decree, * PROLOGUE Defign'd for Mr. D'URFY's last play. GR ROWN old in rhyme, 'twere barbarous to discard Your perfevering, unexhaufted bard: Damnation follows death in other men, But your damn'd poet lives, and writes again. Th' advent'rous lover is fuccessful ftill, Who strives to please the fair against her will : Be kind, and make him in his wishes easy, Who in your own defpite has ftrove to please ye. He |