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Ped, full fast, To beg his life, and lands, of Royal Harry, And, for his
services, in Gallia, past, His suit did not miscarry:-- For, in those
days,--thank Heaven they are mended!-- Kings hang'd poor Rogues, while
rich ones were befriended. [Illustration] YE CRITICKS, and ye
HYPER-CRITICKS!--who Have deign'd (in reading this my story thro') A
patient, or impatient, ear to lend me,-- If, as I humbly amble, ye
complain I give my Pegasus too loose a rein, 'Tis time to call _my
Betters_ to defend me. Come, SWIFT! who made so merry with the Nine;
With thy far bolder Muse, Oh, shelter mine! When she is style'd a
slattern, and a trollop;-- Force stubborn Gravity to doff his gloom;
Point to thy Caelia, and thy Dressing-Room, Thy Nymph at bed-time, and
thy fame'd Maw-Wallop! Come, STERNE!--whose prose, with all a Poet's
art, Tickles the fancy, while it melts the heart!-- Since at apologies I
ne'er was handy,-- Come, while fastidious Readers run me hard, And
screen, sly playful wag! a hapless Bard, Behind one volume of thy
Tristram Shandy! _Ye Two, alone!_--tho' I could bring a score Of
brilliant names, and high examples, more-- Plead for me, when 'tis said
I misbehave me! And, ye, _sour Censors_! in your crabbed fits, Who will
not let them rescue me as _Wits_, Prithee, as _Parsons_, suffer 'em to
save me! [Illustration] THE ELDER BROTHER. CENTRICK, in London noise,
and London follies, Proud Covent Garden blooms, in smoky glory; For
chairmen, coffee-rooms, piazzas, dollies, Cabbages, and comedians,
fame'd in story! On this gay spot, (upon a sober plan,) Dwelt a right
regular, and staid, young man;-- Much did he early hours and quiet love;
And was entitle'd Mr. Isaac Shove. An Orphan he;--yet rich in
expectations, (Which nobody seem'd likely to supplant,) From, that
prodigious _bore_ of all relations, A fusty, canting, stiff-rump'd
Maiden Aunt: The wealth