'SQUIRE. Preferment, I fuppofe, is what you mean Turn Whig, and you, perhaps, may be a dean: letters; Oh, ho! here's one, I see, from parson SLY: PARSON Have you not fwore, that I fhould SQUAB fucceed? Think how for this I taught your fons to read; How oft discover'd pufs on new-plow'd land, How oft fupported you with friendly hand; When I cou'd scarcely go, nor cou'd your worship ftand. 'SQUIRE. 'Twas yours, had you been honeft, wife, or civil; Now ev'n go court the bishops, or the devil. VOL. I. N PARSON. PARSON. If I meant any thing, now let me die; I'm blunt, and cannot fawn and cant, not I, 'SQUIRE, Thou art an honest dog, that's truth, indeed— PARSON. Moft noble 'Squire, more gen'rous than your wine, How pleafing's the condition you affign? Give me the sparkling glass, and here, d'ye fee, With joy I drink it on my bended knee : Great queen! who governest this earthly ball, } Dispenses Dispenses mitres, coronets, and stars; Involves far distant realms in bloody wars, Then bids wars fnaky treffes ceafe to hifs, And gives them peace again-* nay gave us this: 'SQUIRE, rubbing his hands. With all my heart. GIVEN TO A LADY WITH A WATCH WHICH SHE BORROWED TO HANG at her bed'S HEAD. HILST half afleep my CHLOE lies, WHI And all her softeft thoughts arise; Shall once again its beams display, To greet with joy her dawning eyes. Shall |