_ogled_, and with Sweetmeats fed:
See, lisping Toilers grace thy _Dunciad_'s Cause,
And scream their witty Scavenger's Applause,
While powder'd Wits, and lac'd Cabals rehearse
Thy bawdy _Cento_, and thy _Bead-roll_ Verse;
Gay, bugled Statesmen on thy Side debate,
And libel'd Blockheads court thee, tho' they hate.
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Fools of all Kinds their Suffrages impart,
The Fools of Nature, and the Fools of Art.

These in thy threadbare Farce shall Beauties show,
Shall praise thy ribald Mirth, and maudlin Woe;
Praise ev'n thy imitating _Chaucer_'s Tales,
And call that merry [1] Temple, Fame's _Versailles_:
Thy [2] Shepherd-Song with Rapture they shall see,
Which rivals _Philips_, as _Banks_ rivals _Lee_;
Thy [3] _Guernsey_ and _Barbados_ Wreath shall own,
Where _Durfey_ ne'er was read, nor _Settle_ known;
That Wreath, that Name, which thro' both Worlds is gone,
Which Doctor (e) _Y----_ applauds, and _Prestor John_.

[Footnote 1: Temple of Fame by _P----_]

[Footnote 2: _P----pe_'s Pastorals.]

[Footnote 3: See the Original Preface to the _Dunciad_.]

Lo! as _Anchises_, to the Goddess-born,
So I the Worthies, that thy Page adorn,
Point out to Thee.----See [1] here * * * *
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The Prelate! next, exil'd by cruel Fates,
Who plagues all Churches, and confounds all States;
With Treasons past perplex'd, and present Cares;
A Fop in Rhime, and Bungler in Affairs.
* * * * * * *
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And here! a Groupe of Brother Quill-men see,
Co-witlings all, and Demi-bards like Thee;
Such whom the Muse shall pass with just Disdain,
Nor add one Trophy to thy mottly Train:
But Quack _Arb----t_ shall Oblivion blot,
That puzzling, plodding, prating, pedant _Scot_!
The grating Scribler! whose untun'd Essays
Mix the _Scotch_ Thistle with the _English_ Bays,
By either _Phoebus_ pre-ordain'd to Ill,
The Hand prescribing, or the flattering Quill,
Who doubly plagues, and boasts two Arts to kill!

[Footnote 1: The Characters left out here may perhaps be inserted
in some future Edition of this Poem.]

'Midst this vain Tribe, that aid thy setting Ray,
The Muse shall view, but spare ill-faced _G--y_:
Poor (f) _G--y_, who loses most when most he wins.
And gives his Foes his Fame