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On Barber's Pole a Peruke they display
The Lift of large-wig'd Warriors fhe might chaunt, 45
From Newgate Market came the bloody Bands, 55 With Marrow-bones and Cleavers in their Hands, Fram'd to fplit Skulls, and deal deftructive Knocks, To fell a Doctor, or to fell an Ox;
NOT E S.
V. 43. O could the modeft Mufe but dare afpire
The Lift of large-wig'd Warriors fhe might
In the fourth Book of Homer's Iliad is a Lift of the
Forces employed against Troy.
V. 46. From Clumfy Tunbelly to John o' Gaunt.
V. 55. From Newgate Market came the bloody Bands.
Fit Inftruments to quafh a Foe, then ring
A Peal of Triumph,-Ding dong, ding dong, ding. 60 No Wonder Butchers fhould Physicians aid; The fame their Practice, nor unlike their Trade: And what Alliance more exactly fuits?
Man-killers leagu'd with those who flaughter Brutes. Nor yet on thefe alone the Dons rely,
But they prepare a maik'd Artillery.
A Water-Engine, charg'd with beaftly Gore,
V. 59. Fit Inftruments to quash a Foe, then ring
With a ding dong, ding dong,
Ding dong, ding dong,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding.
Let Cleavers found
A merry merry Round,
By banging Marrow-bones.
Enfign of Might, to make wild Uproar cease,
WIthout, th' enrag'd Licentiato waits,
Striving to force a Paflage through the Gates; In vain he strives ; --- then drooping with Defpair, To Venus he addreft his humble Pray'r.
O Goddess!· If thy Vot'ries own my Skill,
V. 7. If Rock, nor Flugger boast a fairer Name, Richard Rock, a very noted Practitioner. We have not been able to learn the Import of those two fignificant Letters, M. L. which constantly accompany his Name.
Flugger. Dr. Flugger, no less noted, but not of fo long Standing.
V. 8. If Drury, and The Garden, found my Fame. Drury Lane, of ancient Renown. Covent Garden is emphatically ftiled THE Garden, as the principal Singers in the Opera are called THE Guarducci, THE Lovatini, &c.
V. 12. My Juice of S can the Shame preclude. Doctor Mead, in his Effay on Poison, fays, "I had once in my Poffeffion, given me by an inge
If with my Drops I roufe th' enervate Rake, • And Wives unfruitful happy Mothers make; — ( help!-Let Mars's Arms a while be ftaid, 15 • And fend your Cuckold to my inftant Aid.' The Goddefs heard, and, haft'ning to her Spouse, With Proteftations and repeated Vows
Of ftrict Fidelity in Time to come,
("No more fhe'd wander, but would cleave to Home,') Prevail'd upon her fond and eafy Dear
On Earth in Form of Blacksmith to appear.
To Earth the God defcending stood confest
nious Chemist, a clear Liquor, which though ponderous, was fo volatile, that it would all fly away in the open Air, without being heated; and fo corrofive, that a Glass Stopple of the Bottle, which • contained it, was in a fhort Time fo eroded, that • it could never be taken out. The Fume of it was
fo thin, that if a Candle was fet at fome Distance from the Bottle, upon a Table, the Heat would direct its Courfe that Way; fo that it might be poisonous to any one that fat near to the Light, and to no-body elfe. I know (adds the Doctor) the • Compofition of this Stygian Spirit; but it is better • that the World should not be inftructed in fuch Arts of • Death!'
For the fame Reafon the Author, as a Lover of his King and Country, and confequently a Friend to Population, chufes not to print the Word Sat full Length.
A mafly Hammer in his Hand he held,
Which fcarce two Men of modern Strength could weild.
With this advancing, at one pond'rous Stroke,
Soon as he faw the Gates wide open stand, In rufh'd Licentiato with his Band; Through Conftables, through Butchers onward preft To Fuming Chamber, an unwelcome Guest ;
V. 29. A maffy Hammer in his Hand he held,
A pond'rous Stone bold Hector heav'd to throw, Pointed above, and rough and grofs below; Not two strong Men th' enormous Weight could raife, Such Men as live in thefe degenerate Days. Pope's Homer, B. XII.
V. 33. Then to next Alehoufe did his Godship steer, To quaff the earthly Nectar of Butt Beer.
In Justice to the honeft Landlord that keeps the House, and the worthy Alderman that ferves it, we think ourselves obliged to acquaint all true Lovers of Entire Butt, that they will be fure to meet with an excellent Tankard of it at the Three Folly Butchers, the Corner of Warwick-Court.
The Author ingenioufly acknowledges, that fome of the best Lines (if any may be called fo) in his Poem, are owing to the Infpiration of this excellent Liquor.
V. 38. To Fuming Chamber,
Vulgarly called, Smoaking Room.