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BOUTS RIMES *.
ON SIGNORA DOMITILLA.
Our schoolmaster may rave i' th' fit
Of classick beauty hæc & illa, Not all his birch inspires such wit
As th' ogling beans of Domitilla. Let nobles toast, in bright champaign,
Nymphs higher born than Domitilla;
In Berkeley's tar, or sars'parilla.
The postures strange of monsieur Brilla;
The gliding air, of Domitilla ? Virgil has eternized in song
The flying footsteps of Camilla : Sure, as a prophet, he was wrong;
He might have dream'd of Domitilla.
* Rhimes disposed in order, which are given to a poet, together with a subject, on which he is obliged to make verses, using the same words, and in the same order. The extravagance of a poet, named du Lot, gave occasion to this invention, about the year 1649. The most odd, out of the way rhimes were chosen ; and very one endeavoured to fill them up as exactly as possible.--Mr. Addison, in the Spectator, No. 60, adduces them as an instance of the decay of wit and learning among the French; and observes, that this piece of false wit has been finely ridiculed by Mr. Sarasin, in « La Defaite des Bouts Riméz." W. B.
Great Theodose condemn'd a town
For thinking ill of his Placilla :
O'th' city wed not Domitilla.
Gives us a medal of Plantilla; But O! the empress has not eyes,
Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla,
Piled on the mules of king At-tila,
Or garter, snatch'd from Domitilla.
Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a-bus'd much my heart, and was a damn'd let
To verse-but now for Domitilla. Dan Pope consigns Belinda's watch
To the fair sylphid Momentilla, And thus I offer up my catch
To th snow-white hands of Domitilla.
OR, THE HUĘ AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNIRS,
UPON THEIR RIDING THE CIRCUIT.
Now the active young attornies,
Like so many little Mars's
* A cant word for pawning. H.
Thorough mountains, thorough vallies, ,
kiss with farmers spouses,
Tae life of man to represent,
And turn it all to ridicule, Wit did a puppetshow invent,
Where the chief actor is a fool. The gods of old were logs of wood,
And worship was to puppets paid; In antick dress the idol stood,
And priest and people bow'd the head. No wonder then, if art began
The simple votaries to frame,
From hence poetick fancy learn'd
That trees might rise from human forms. The body to a trunk be turn'd,
And branches issue from the arms. Thus Daedalus and Ovid too,
That man's a blockhead, have confest :
Life is a farce, the world a jest.
On that fam'd theatre, the alley;
Are now sad monuments of folly. What Momus was of old to Jove,
The same a Harlequin is now; The former was buffoon above,
The latter as a Punch below. This fleeting scene is but a stage,
Where various images appear; In different parts of youth and age,
Alike the prince and peasant share. Some draw our eyes by being great, False
pomp conceals mere wood within ; And legislators ranged in state,
Are oft but wisdom in machine.
* Two famous puppetshow.men. In the yei 1715 was pub. lished, “ A second. Tale of a Tab; or, the History of Robert Powel, the Puppetshow-man," written by Thomas Burnet, esq., youngest son to bishop Burnet: who was bred to the law, and, beside the piece here mentioned, was the author of many other political pamphlets against the ministry of the four last years of queen Anne, for some of which he was taken into custody by the messengers; and was suspected of being one of the Mohóck's that attacked young Davenant. See Journal to Stella, March 8, 7711-12. N.