On Barber's Pole a Peruke they display
With triple Tail, a Signal for the Fray.
O could the modest Muse but dare aspire
To emulate one Spark of Homer's Fire,

The Lift of large-wig'd Warriors fhe might chaunt, 45
From Clumfy Tunbelly to John o' Gaunt.
Nor yet unmindful to defend the Doors
Are Socio's Bands, and Force repel with Force.
Within the Gates clofe-bolted, lock'd, and barr'd,
Of neighb'ring Butchers ftands an awful Guard;
Each with an azure Apron ftrung before,
And fnow-white Sleeves, as yet unftain'd with Gore :
The Foe the Whetting-iron hears difmay'd,
Grating harth Mufick from the fharp'ning Blade.


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;


V. 43. O could the modeft Mufe but dare afpire
To emulate one Spark of Homer's Fire,

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.
Clumfy Tunbelly, Doctor --.
John o' Gaunt, Doctor ——.

V. 55. From Newgate Market came the bloody Bands.
Newgate Market is contiguous to Warwick Lane.
The Butchers are therefore called (in V. 50.) neigh-
b'ring Butchers.

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,
Stands ready on the Foe its Filth to pour.
And what than this can caft a greater Dread,
Defign'd to change the fable Coat to red?
To fave their Cloaths e'en Surgeons ftep afide,
When from the Puncture spouts the crimson Tide.
Thou too, dread Officer, of fov'reign Pow'r,
Thou Tyrant-Monarch of the midnight Hour,-
(If haply, when thou tread'ft thy watchful Round, 75
Some kind-inviting vagrant Nymph be found ;)
Hight Conflable, waft there;-Thy magic Staff,
With royal Standard down emblazon'd half ;-


V. 59. Fit Inftruments to quash a Foe, then ring
A Peal of Triumph, ding dong, ding dong, ding.
In the Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, adapted to the an-
cient British Mufick, is the following AIR.
Hark, how the banging Marrow-bones
Make clanging Cleavers ring,

With a ding dong, ding dong,

Ding dong, ding dong,

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding.
Raife your uplifted Arms on high,
In long-prolonged Tones,

Let Cleavers found

A merry merry Round,

By banging Marrow-bones.

Enfign of Might, to make wild Uproar cease,
And bid tumultous Riot be at Peace.


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,
If they approve my Lotion, or my Pill ;—
If Rock, or Flugger, boaft a fairer Name;
If Drury, and The Garden, found my Fame; -
If many a Mother, that would pafs for Maid,
In Secret calls for my obftetric Aid ;----
If, to prevent th' affected Sneer of Prude,
My Juice of Scan the Shame preclude ;





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.
The tedious Hours of Abfence to beguile,
"Tis faid, with Mars fhe folac'd all the while.

To Earth the God defcending stood confest
By the black Briftles of his Beard and Breast :
A leathern Apron ty'd about his Waift,
And on his Head a woollen Nightcap plac'd;



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 maffy

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,
Forthwith th' inhofpitable Bars he broke :
Then to next Alehoufe did his Godfhip fteer,
To quaff the earthly Nectar of Butt Beer.



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,
Which fearce two Men of modern Strength could


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.


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