To that imcomparable Panegyrift, the Author of the Satyr upon Wit. H Bl. By Coll. Bl Enceforth no more in thy Poetick Rage From Guides that practise by thofe Rules they give. Hope not to join (like G---rth's immortal Lays) Thy Satyrs bite not, but, like fop's Afs, Thou kick'ft the Darling whom thou would't carefs. 'Tis wifely done, thy felf in Verfe to write. Should fright their Children from the Love of Wine. The Quack corrected: Or, Advice to the Knight of the Ill-favour'd Mufe. L By the Right Honourable the Earl of ET Bre ftill, in good King Arthur's Vein, Let Let him his own to common Senfe oppofe, With Praife and Slander maul both Friends and Foes Nweildy Pedant, let thy awkward Mufe With Cenfures praife, with Flatteries abuse. To lafh, and not be felt, in thee's an Art; Thy feeble Satyr ne'er can do him Wrong; An equal Match; Or, A drawn Battle. Monument of Dullness to erect, A By fhould write, and Bl -re fhould correct, Like which no other Piece can e'er be wrought, Το To the Mirror of British Knighthood, the worthy Author of the Satyr against Wit: Occafion d by the Hemiftick, Pag. 8. By Richard Steel, Efq Heav'ns guard poor A. USTI then paffive ftand? And can I hear Μ' Yet must I thank thy Favour to my Friend, For I prefer thy Pity to thy Praise. In vain thou would'ft thy Name, dull Pedant, hide; Well may'ft thou think an useless Talent. Wit; And can't receive no more than give a Wound: statistiotietenkintsetiatoutsutakseteakoutouts. To the Cheapfide Kt. on his Satyr against Wit; By Mr. William Burnaby. S Ome fcribbling Fops fo little value Fame, They fometimes hit, becaufe they never aim. E 4 But But thou for Erring haft a certain Rule, And, aiming, art inviolably dull. Thy muddy Stream no lucid Drop fupplies, Bat Puns like Bubbles on the Surface rife. In just Extreams an equal Merit lies, And B-le and G-rth with thee must share the Prize, Since thou can'ft fink as much as they can rife. ! S-rs, T-t, D-ett, M-gue, n's Wit. A mo A modeft Requeft to the Poetical Knight.. Ince B-y's Nonfenfe to out-do you strive, Svars to be thought the dulleft Wretch alive, And fuch inimitable Strains have writ, That the most famous Blockheads muft.fubmit; Wholefome Advice to a City Knight, over-run with Rhimes and Hypocrify: Occafion'd by his Satyr against Wit. By the Right Honourable the Earl of Anglesea.. WE bid thee not give o'er the Killing-Trade: Whilft Fees come in, 'tis fruitless to diffwades Religion is a Trick you've practis'd long, To bring in Pence, and gull the gaping Throng, But all thy Patients now perceive thy Aim, They find thy Morals and thy Skill the fame. Then, if thou would'ft thy Ignorance redrefs, Prithee, mind Phyfick more, and Rhiming less.. ES |