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DIALOGUE.
'Tis all from Horace: did not Horace say
"Lord Fanny spun a thousand lines a day?
And long before you, in much better metre,
"Laugh at those Fools who put their trust in Peter?
"Lord Fanny spun a thousand lines a day?
And long before you, in much better metre,
"Laugh at those Fools who put their trust in Peter?
But Horace, Sir, was delicate, was nice;
Bubo observes, he lash'd no sort of Vice:
Horace would say, Sir Billy serv'd the Crown,
Blunt could do Bus'ness, H—ggins knew the Town,
Sir George of some slight Gallantries suspect, 15
In rev'rend S———n note a small Neglect,
And own, the Spaniard did a waggish thing,
Who cropt our Ears, and sent them to the King.
His sly, polite, insinuating stile
Could please at Court, and made Augustus smile:
An artful Manager, that crept between
His Friends and Shame, and was a kind of Screen.[1]
Bubo observes, he lash'd no sort of Vice:
Horace would say, Sir Billy serv'd the Crown,
Blunt could do Bus'ness, H—ggins knew the Town,
Sir George of some slight Gallantries suspect, 15
In rev'rend S———n note a small Neglect,
And own, the Spaniard did a waggish thing,
Who cropt our Ears, and sent them to the King.
His sly, polite, insinuating stile
Could please at Court, and made Augustus smile:
An artful Manager, that crept between
His Friends and Shame, and was a kind of Screen.[1]
- ↑ Omne vaser vitium ridenti Flaccus amico
Tanit, & admissus circum præcordia ludit.
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