Song CXII., pp.355-356.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

A Sour reformation 

Crawls out-thro’ the nation, 

While dunder-head sages, 

Who hope for good wages, 

Direct us the way. 

Ye sons of the muses, 

Then cloak your abuses; 

And, least you shou’d trample 

On pious example, 

Observe and obey. 

Time-frenzy curers, 

And stubborn nonjurors, 

For want of diversion, 

Now scourge the leud times: 

They’ve hinted, they’ve printed, 

Our vein it profane is, 

And worst of all crimes; 

The clod-pated railers, 

Smiths, coblers and colliers

Have damn’d all our rhimes. 

– 

Under the notion 

Of zeal for devotion, 

The humour has sir’d ‘em, 

And malice inspir’d ‘em, 

To tutor the age: 

But if in season, 

You’d know the true reason; 

The hopes of perferment, 

Is what makes the vermin 

Now rail at the stage. 

Cuckolds and canters, 

With scruples and banters, 

Old Oliver’s peal, 

Against poetry ring: 

But let state revolvers, 

And treason absolvers, 

Excuse if I sing, 

The rebel that chuses 

To cry down the muses, 

Wou’d cry down the king. 

– 

FINIS. 

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