For She was lov'd, where-ever She was seen.
Johns.Well said little Bayes, I'faith the Critick must have a great deal of leisure, that attacks those Verses.
Bayes.I'gad, I'll warrant him, whoe're he is, offendet solido; but I go on.
The Independent Beast.———
Smith.Who is that Mr. Bayes?
Bayes.Why a Bear: Pox, is not that obvious enough?
———In groans Her hate exprest.
Which I'gad, is very natural to that Animal. Well! there's for the Independent: Now the Quaker; what do you think I call him?
Smith.Why, A Bull, for ought I know.
Bayes.A Bull! O Lord! A Bull! no, no, a Hare, a quaking Hare. ——— Armarillis, because She wears Armour, 'tis the same Figure; and I am proud to say it, Mr. Johnson, no Man knows how to pun in Heroics but my self. Well, you shall hear.
She thought, and reason good, the quaking Hare
Her cruel Foe, because She would not swear, Pag. 3.
And had profess'd neutrality.
Johns.A shrewd Reason that, Mr. Bayes; but what Wars were there?
Bayes.Wars! why there had been bloody Wars, tho' they were pretty well reconcil'd now. Yet to bring in two or three such fine things as these, I do'nt tell you the Lyon's Peace was proclaim'd till fifty Pages after, tho' 'twas really done before I had finish'd my Poem.
Next Her, the Buffoon Ape his body bent, Pag. 3.
And paid at Church a Courtier's complement.
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