Mind, whate'er he says:
Sleep very much; Think little, and Talk less:
Mind neither Good nor Bad, nor Right nor Wrong;
But Eat your Pudding, Fool, and Hold your Tongue._
PRIOR.

The Author of these excellent Lines not only shews his
Wisdom, but his Good-Breeding, and great Esteem for
the Memory of Sir _John_, by giving his _Poem_ the
Title of _Merry Andrew_, and making _Merry Andrew_ the
principal Spokesman: For if I guess aright, and surely
I guess not wrong, his main Design was, to ascertain
the Name of _Merry Andrew_ to the _Fool_ of a Droll,
and to substitute it instead of _Jack Pudding_; which
Name my Friend _Matt._ cou'd not hear with Temper, as
carrying with it an oblique Reflection on Sir _John
Pudding_ the Hero of this DUMPLEID.

Let all those therefore who have any Regard to
Politeness and Propriety of Speech, take heed how they
Err against this Rule laid down by him who was the
Standard of _English_ Elegance. And be it known to all
whom it may concern, That if any Person whatever shall
dare hereafter to apply the Name of _Jack Pudding_ to
_Merry Andrews_ and such-like Creatures, I hereby
Require and Impower any Stander or Standers by, to
Knock him, her, or them down. And if any Action or
Actions of Assault and Battery shall be brought
against any Person or Persons so acting in pursuance
of this most reasonable Request, by Knocking down,
Bruising, Beating, or otherwise Demolishing such
Offenders; I will Indemnify and bear them Harmless.

_FINIS._

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_Namby Pamby_:

or,

A PANEGYRIC on the
New VERSIFICATION
Address'd to
_A---- P----_ Esq;

_Nauty Pauty _Jack-a-Dandy_
Stole a Piece of Sugar-Candy
From the Grocer's Shoppy-shop,
And away did Hoppy-hop._

All ye Poets of the Age,
All ye Witlings of the Stage,
Learn your Jingles to reform;
Crop your Numbers, and conform:
Let your little Verses flow
Gently, sweetly, Row by Row:
Let the Verse the Subject fit;
Little Subject, Little Wit:
_Namby Pamby_ is your Guide;
_Albion_'s Joy, _Hibernia_'s Pride.
_Namby Pamby Pilli-pis_,
Rhimy pim'd on Missy-Miss;
_Tartaretta Tartaree_
From the Navel to the Knee;
That her Father's Gracy-Grace
Might give him a Placy-Place.
He no longer writes of Mammy
_Andromache_ and her Lammy
Hanging panging at the Breast