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Brisk Susan whips her linnen from the rope,
Flirts on you from her mop, but not fo clean :
Ah! where must needy poet feek for aid, When duft and rain at once his coat invade ? Sole coat, where duft cemented by the rain Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain. Now in contiguous drops the flood comesdown, Threat'ning with deluge this devoted town. To fhops in crowds the daggled females fly, Pretend to cheapen goods, but nothing buy. The templar spruce, while ev'ry spout's abroach,
Stays till 'tis fair, yet feems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up femstress walks with hasty ftrides,
While ftreams run down her oil'd umbrella's
'Twas doubtful which was fea, and which was sky.
Here various kinds, by various fortunes led,
Now from all parts the fwelling kennels
And bear their trophies with them as they go: Filths of all hues and odours feem to tell What street they fail'd from by their fight and fmell.
*This was written in the firft year of the earl of Oxford's miniftry.
+ As whig and wig only differ by an aspiration which is fcarce to be diftinguished, it may be thought an exception to the dean's remarkable exactness, that he has made them rhyme but the fame
thing was afterwards done by mr. Pope, either upon the dean's authority, or because he did not think it liable to objection:
A joke on Jekyll or some odd old whig,
Who never chang'd his principles or wig.
They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force, From Smithfield or St. 'Pulchre's fhape their courfe,
Andin huge confluence join'd at Snowhill ridge, Fall from the conduit prone to Holborn-bridge. Sweepings from butchers ftalls, dung, guts, and blood, Drown'd puppies, ftinking fprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.
Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And foftly ftole to difcompofe her own : The flipfhod 'prentice from his master's door Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.
Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dextrous airs,
Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the ftairs. The youth with broomy ftumps began to
The kennel's edge, where wheels had worn the place.
The small-coal man was heard with cadence
Till drown'd in fhriller notes of chimneysweep:
Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet ; And brick-duft Moll had fcream'd through half the ftreet.
The turnkey now his flock returning fees, Duly let out a-nights to fteal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their filent ftands, And school-boys lag with fatchels in their hands.
*To find old nails.
Imitated, and Addressed to
THE EARL OF OXFORD,
In the Year 1713 †.
ARLEY, the nation's great support, I Returning home one day from court, (His mind with publick cares poffest, All Europe's bus'ness in his breast) Obferv'd a parfon near Whitehall Cheap'ning old authors on a stall. The priest was pretty well in cafe, And fhew'd fome humour in his face; Look'd with an easy, careless mein, A perfect ftranger to the spleen;
1. Strenuus et fortis, cauffifque Philippus agendis Clarus, ab officiis octavam circiter boram Dum redit
5. Confpexit, ut aiunt,
Adrafum quendam vacuâ tonforis in umbrá
*Robert Harley, efq; three times speaker of the houfe of commons, once in king William's reign, and twice in queen Anne's created baron Harley of Wigmore, earl of Oxford and earl Mortimer, the 24th of April 1711, and lord
high treasurer of England, on the 29th of the faid month.
+ In this year the author was made dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin. See an account of his first interview with mr. Harley, in his letter to dr. King, Oct. 10, 1710: Vol. XII.