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“ In half an hour you have done more
“ Than Puzzle can in half a score,
“ With all the pra&tice of the courts,
6. His cases, precedents, reports.”

Jack with a smile reply'd, “ 'Tis true,
“ This may seem odd, my friend, to you,
“ But give me not more than my due,
No hungry judge nods o'er the laws,
" But hastens to decide the cause :
“ Who hands the oar, and drags the chain,
“ Will struggle to be free again.
“ So lazy men and indolent,
“ With cares oppress’d, and business spent,
« Exert their utmost powers and skill,
“ Work hard; for what? Why, to sit still.
“ They toil, they sweat, they want no fee,
« For ev'n sloth prompts to industry.
“ Therefore, my friend, I freely own
« All this address I now have shown,
“ Is mere impatience, and no more,
“ To lounge and loiter as before :
“ Life is a span, the world an inn-
• Here, firrah, t other nipperkin."

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A Yeoman bold (fuppofe of Kent)

Liv'd on his own, and paid no rent;
Manur'd his own paternal land,
Had always money at command,


To purchase bargains, or to lend,
T'improve his stock, or help a friend :
At Cressy and Poictiers, of old,
His ancestors were bow-men bold;
Whose good yew-bows, and sinews strong,
Drew arrows of a cloth-yard long :
For England's glory, strew'd the plain
With barons, counts, and princes slain.
Belov'd by all the neighbourhood,
For his delight was doing good :
At every mart his word a law,
Kept all the fhussing knaves in awe.
How just is heaven, and how true,
To give to such desert its due !
'Tis in authentic legends said,
Two twins at once had bless’d his bed ;
Frank was the eldest, but the other
Was honest Numps, his younger brother ;
That, with a face effeminate,
And shape too fine and delicate,
Took after his fond mother Kate,
A Franklin's daughter. Numps was rough,
No heart of oak was half so tough,
And true as steel, to cuff, or kick,
Or play a bout at double-stick,
Who but friend Numps ? While Frank's delight
Was more (they say) to dance, than fight;
At Whitson-ales king of the May,
Among the maids, brisk, frolic, gay,
He tript it on cach holyday.





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Their genius different, Frank would roam
To town ; but Numps, he staid at home.
The youth was forward, apt to learn,
Could soon an honest living earn ;
Good company would always keep,
Was known to Falstaff in East-cheap;
Threw many a merry main, could bully,

the doctor on his cully;
Ply'd hard his work, had learnt the way,
To watch all night, and sleep all day.
Flush'd with success, new rigg'd, and clean,
Polite his air, genteel his mien :
Accomplish'd thus in every part,
He won a buxom widow's heart.
Her fortune narrow; and too wide,
Alas! lay her concerns, her pride :
Great as a dutchess, she would scorn
Mean fare, a gentlewoman born ;
Poor and expensive ! on my

life 'Twas but the devil of a wife. Yet Frank, with what he won by night, A while liv'd tolerably tight; And spouse, who sometimes sate till morn At cribbidge, made a good return. While thus they liv'd from hand to mouth, She laid a bantling to the youth; But whether 'twas his own or no, My authors don't pretend to know. His charge enhanc'd, 'tis also true A lying-in's expensive too,

In cradles, whittles, fpice-bowls, fack,
Whate'er the wanton gossips lack ;
While scandal thick as hail-fhot flies,
Till peaceful bumpers feal their eyes.
Frank deem'd it prudent to retire,
And visit the good man his fire ;
In the he seats himself,
Loaded with madam and her elf;
In her right hand the coral plac'd,
Her lap a China orange grac'd:
Pap for the babe was not forgot;
And lullaby's melodious note,
That warbled in his ears all day,
Shorten'd the rugged, tedious way.

Frank, to the mansion-house now come,
Rejoic'd to find himfelf at home;
Neighbours around, and cousins went
By scores, to


their compliment.
The good old man was kind, 'tis true,
But yet a little shock'd, to view
A squire so fine, a fight fo new.
But above all, the lady fair
Was pink’d, and deck'd beyond compare ;
Scarce a fhrieve's wife at an affize
Was dress’d fo fine, so roll'd her

eyes :
And master too in all his pride,
His filver rattle by his side,
Would shake it oft, then shrilly scream,
More noisy than the yeoman's team ;
With tassels and with plumes made proud,
While jingling bells ring out aloud.




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The good old dame, ravish'd out-right,
Ev'n doated on so gay a sight;
Her Frank, as glorious as the morn;
Poor Numps was look'd upon

with scorn. With other


yeoman sage
Beheld each youth; nought could engage
His wary and discerning heart,
But sterling worth and true desert.
At last, he could no longer bear
Such strange sophisticated ware;
He cries (enrag?d at this odd scene)
" What can this foolish coxcomb mean,
" Who, like a pedlar with his pack,
« Carries his riches on his back?
“ Soon shall this blockhead sink my rents,
" And alienate my tenements,
“ Which long have stood in good repair,
“ Nor sunk, nor rose, from heir to heir ;
“ Still the same rent without advance,

Since the Black Prince first conquer'd France:
“ But now, alas ! all must be lost,
“ And all my prudent projects crost.
“ Brave honest race! Is it thus then
« We dwindle into gentlemen?
< But I'll prevent this foul disgrace,
“ This butterfly from hence I 'll chace.”

He saddles Ball without delay,
To London town directs his way;
There at the Heralds Office he
Took out his cout, and paid his fee,
And had it cheap, as wits agree.

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