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But in this age of genuflexion, _ Whiere are thofe days? They are not 
We from fuch things difguted turn; fled: 
To cat and drink ’s out of the queftion, My comrades flourifh fill: 
What do we now? ¢¢ We live and learn.” Old bald-pates, oft we meet, by nse 
€€ And learn ? what learn the ladies, pray ?”” led; 
Sir, did you want a wife? «¢ Why—yes”— We cal up f{chool-boy days vith wizard 
They learn to draw, to fing, to play, Acill : 
To march, to kip, to dance, to drefs. Repeat our merry pranks, and then a bumper 
While men are ftudying claffic rules, y ‘ 
Inmers'd in grave recefs at Coflege, Ye men who worfhip hoards of gold, 
Our fex are taught, at boarding-fchools, Yet pleature dare not tafte, 
Moft fuperficial knowledge. Can I but laugh, fuch men-moies to be- 
hold ; 
Or fuch as riches only know to wafte, 
Mere {quirrels, cracking nuts, and fquander- 
ing them in hatte; 
Ever, with fylphic lightnefs they 
Twine, where the loves and graces blend; 
Nor eer explore that nobler way, 
Which does to heav’n-born {cience tend. 
Some men of fenfe there are advance, Philofophers, who wink and blink 
The fofter fex may be too wife; With clofe-glafs’d, peeping eyes, 
Wou'd rather wed fair ignorance ; Can I but laugh, profoundeft Sirs, to 
A blank preferring to a prize! think 4). >. 3 
Hear Ofmyn cry, © What! fhou’d the fair, * What pride one thofe meek looks in 
*¢ Abftrufely educated then, ambufh lies : hid, ; i 
<¢ Profoundly deep réfearches hare, How Folly fcreens her face mid Wifdom’s 
<¢ Study with fcientific men? fair dilguile ? 
< Forbid it all ye fofter powers, Ye mag-pye pocts, chattering rhymes, 
‘¢ Ye Loves forbid it~Cup'd—Venus ! And ye, who ftrains of woe, ' 
6¢ What! no advantage {till be ours, Like whining ring-doves, eke againft the 
‘© No difference, ye gods! between us! times, 
«¢ Your genius foaring fuch a height, Magging with faucy clack at all you 
*¢ Cannot defcend to houfehold ituff;” know; 
That female, Sir, who aés not right, Or foothing poor dear felves in iinet fadly 
Belieye me, does not know enough. ) flow : 
She who your learn’d refearches fhares, Whether, good Sirs, ye rail, or pine, 
Who ¢¢ fees the work in fenfe fublime,”’ What boots it all to me? 
Will not neglee domeftic cares 3 To fit, and prate like mock-bird fhall be 
She knows ** for all oes there’sa.time!”” ») mine, 
——- - Yo chatter, moan like you; then off Pl 
DEMOCRITUS* JUNIOR; OR THE LAUGH- ; flee, j ; 
ING PHILOSOPHER: BY MR. G. DYER: And jeer you all at once in fome high-laugh- 
T BOUGH life declines, and Time, the Ee , 
thier, Ye patriot fouls, fo wond’rous grave, 
Has ftol’n my blaom away, So loving, good, and wife, 
I charge thee, fly thefe haunts, pale-liver’d Boating your country you but with to 
Grief! fave 5 
Nor think, if fhine my locks all filver- —Ye lanky fpiders, {naring filly flies, 
grey, Oh! how I fit'and laugh, to trace your filken 
That I, like dotard old, will fall thy fickly . lies! 
Ee: 
But Kings and Queens, and fuch like 
things, 
I rev’rence much; and never, 
No never, will 1 laugh at Queens or Kings; 
Light was my heart, when days were young, 
As kid o’er verdant plain, 
I Jaugh’d and dane’d, I fnigger’d, toy’d, and 
fung ; ; an 
Ng from red- faith ! - 
The lads and laffes de my gamefome Put age aa peg a ae mus cek 
ftrain, ; 
d laugh at both fi 
And age ftood {merking' ee as growing young pan Gp eee Tee a eer tee 
again. = 

o—, 
* The ancient Democritus was 2 celebrated 
philofopher of Abdera, peasant Hd with For Joan, kind foul, has laugh’d with sae 
Socrates, who, from his habit of ridiculing the through es 
affectation and follies of his countrymen ob- And ftill, like two old lutes, in tune we 
tained the title of Pedcowwos, or THE Laucu- lays 
£85 fee /Blian. Var.Aift. lib. iv. cap. 20. A And while our hearts are blithe, ne’er dream 
modernDemocritus may borrow his characters 
: of life’s decay. 
.and ideas from any country. : : 
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And While I laugh,» good Joan, my wife, 
Shall {port like damiel gay ; 
Thus 

