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'Tis hard, indeed if nothing will defend Mankind from quarrels but their fatal end ; That now and then a hero must decease,

175 That the surviving world may live in peace. Perhaps at last close scrutiny may show The practice dastardly, and mean, and low; That men engage in it compell’d by force, And fear, not courage, is its proper source,

180 The fear of tyrant custom, and the fear Lest fops should censure us, and fools should sneer. At least to trample on our Maker's laws, And hazard life for any or no cause, To rush into a fix'd eternal state

185 Out of the very flames of rage and hate, Or send another shiv'ring to the bar With all the guilt of such unnatural war, Whatever Use may urge, or Honour plead, On Reason's verdict is a madman's deed.

190 Am I to set my life upon a throw, Because a bear is rude, and surly? NoA moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me; and no other can. Were I empower'd to regulate the lists,

195 They should encounter with well-loaded fists ! A Trojan combat would be something new, Let Dares beat Entellus black and blue ; Then each might show, to his admiring friends, In honourable bumps his rich amends,

200 And carry in contusions of his skull, A satisfactory receipt in full.

A story, in which native humour reigns,
Is often useful, always entertains :
A graver fact, enlisted on your side,

205 May furnish illustration, well applied ; But sedentary weavers of long tales Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails. 'Tis the most asinine employ on earth, To hear them tell of parențage and birth,

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And echo conversations, dull and dry,
Embellish'd with-He said, and So said I.
At ev'ry interview their route the same,
The repetition makes attention lame :
We bustle up with unsuccessful speed,

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And in the saddest part cry-Droll indeed!
The path of narrative with care pursue,
Still making probability your clew;
On all the vestiges of truth attend,
And let them guide you to a decent end.

220 Of all ambitions man may entertain, The worst, that can invade a sickly brain, Is that, which angles hourly for surprise, And baits its hook with prodigies and lies. Credulous infancy, or age as weak,

225 Are fittest auditors for such to seek, Who to please others will themselves disgrace, Yet please not, but affront you to

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face. A great retailer of this curious ware Having unloaded and made many stare,

230 Can this be true ?-an arch observer cries, Yes, (rather mov'd) I saw it with these eyes ; Sir! I believe it on that ground alone ; I could not, had I seen it with my own.

A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct ; 235 The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows, And, new or old, still hasten to a close ; There, cent'ring in a focus round and neat, Let all your rays of information meet.

240 What neither yields us profit nor delight Is like a nurse's lullaby at night; Guy, Earl of Warwick and fair Eleanor, Or giant-killing Jack, would please me more. The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,

245 Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff--and speak, and pause again.

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Such often, like the tube they so admire,
Important triflers' have more smoke than fire.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys ;
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex, whose presence civilizes ours :

Thou art indeed the drug a gard'ner wants,
To poison vermin that infest his plants ;
But are we so to wit and beauty blind,
As to despise the glory of our kind,
And show the softest minds and fairest forms
As little mercy, as he grubs and worms?
They dare not wait the riotous abuse,
Thy thirst-creating steams at length produce.
When wine has giv'n indecent language birth,
And forc'd the floodgates of licentious mirth ;
For sea-born Venus her attachment shows
Still to that element frem which she rose,
And with a quiet, which no fumes disturb,
Sips meek infusions of a milder herb.

Th' emphatick speaker dearly loves t'opposé,
In contact inconvenient, pose to nose,
As if tho gnomon on his neighbour's phiz,
Toucurd with a magnet mad attracted his.
His whisper'd theme, dilated and at large,
Proves after all a wind-gun's airy charge,
An extract of his diary-no more,
A tasteless journal of the day before.
He walk'd abroad, o'ertaken in the rain,
Call’d on a friend, drank tea, stepp'd home again,
Resum'd his purpose, 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-
Who thrusts his nose into a raree show?

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His odoriferous attempts to please
Perhaps might prosper with a swarm of bees ;
But we that make no honey, though we sting,
Poets are sometimes apt to maul the thing, 290
'Tis wrong to bring into a mix'd resort,
What make some sick, and others à la mort.
An argument of cogence, we may say,
Why such a one should keep himself away.

A graver coxcomb we may sometimes see, 295
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 ;

300 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 it never is at home ; 'Tis like a parcel sent you by the stage,

305 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 brickbats, earth, and stones. 310

Some men employ their health, an ugly trick, In making known how oft they have been sick, And give us in recitals of disease A doctor's trouble, but without the fees; Relate how many weeks they kept their bed ; 315 How an emetick or cathartick sped ; Nothing is slightly touch'd, much less forgot, Nose, ears, and eyes, seem present on the spot. Now the distemper, spite of draught or pill, Victorious seem'd, and now the doctor's skill ; 320 And nowmalas, for unforeseen mishaps ! They put on a damp nightcap and relapse ; They thought they must have died, they were so bad; Their peevish hearers almost wish they had.

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Some fretful tempers wince at ev'ry 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 worsethe dronepipe of an humblebee. 330
The southern sash admits too strong a light,
You rise and drop the curtain-now 'tis 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; 335
With soal—that's just the sort he would not wish.
He takes what he at first profess'd to loathe,
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. 340
Your hope to please him vain on ev'ry plan,
Himself should work that wonder, if he can-
Alas ! his efforts double his distress,
He likes yours little, and his own still less.
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I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks, upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. 350
Our sensibilities are so acute,
The fear of being silent makes us mute.
We sometimes think we could a speech produce
Much to the purpose, if our tongues were loose ;
But being tried, it dies upon the lip,

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Faint as a chicken's note that has the pip:
Qur wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns,
Few Frenchmen of tạis evil have complain’d;
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To fear each other, fearing none beside.
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