Part 44 (1/2)

PITT and PRETTY came from College To serve themselves, and serve the state; And the world must all acknowledge Half is done--so half may wait: For PRETTY says, 'tis rather new, When even _half_ they say--is _true_.

x.x.xVII.

The Devil's a dealer in lyes, and we see That two of a trade never yet could agree; Then DOCTOR proceed, and d--m------n despise, What Devil would take such a rival in lyes.

x.x.xVIII.

GRAND TREATY OF LYING.

The Devil and PRETTY a treaty have made, On a permanent footing to settle their trade; 'Tis the Commerce of Lying,--and this is the law; The Devil _imports_ him all lyes that are raw_;_ Which, check'd by no _docket_, unclogg'd with a fee, The _Priest_ manufactures, and vends _duty free_; Except where the lye gives his conscience such trouble, The _internal_ expence should have recompence double.

Thus to navigate falsehood no bar they'll devise; But h.e.l.l must become the EMPORIUM of Lyes.

Nay, the Bishops themselves, when in pulpit they bark it, Must supply their consumption, from Satan's _own market_, While _reciprocal tribute_ is paid for the whole In a surplusage _d--mn--g_ of P--TTY--'s soul.

FOREIGN EPIGRAMS.

I.

_By the_ Chevalier de BOUFFLERS.

”PRETTIMAN est menteur, il s'est moque de nous”

”(Se crient en courroux tous les sots d'Angleterre)”

Calmez vous donc, Messieurs--eh! comment savez vous Si c'est bien un mensonge, ou si c'est un mystere?

II.

_By_ Professor HEYNE, _of the_ UNIVERSITY _of_ GOTTINGEN.

_In Dominum_ PITTUM _Doctoremque_ PRETTYMANNUM, _Figulus_ loquitur--Scena, Vicus, vulgo dictus _Downing_.

Vivitur hic, cives, pacto quo denique? Rhetor Ecce loqui refugit; scribere scriba negat.

III.

BY THE SAME.

Falsiloquusne Puer magis, an fallacior ille Scriba? Puer fallax, scribaque falsiloquus.

IV.

_By_ COMTE CASIMIR, _a descendant of the famous_ CASIMIR, _the great Latin Poet of_ POLAND.

BELLUS h.o.m.o atque _pius_ vis idem dicier--At tu Mendax, unde Pius? Bellus es unde, Strabo?

V.

_By_ FATHER MOONY, _Parish Priest of_ KILGOBBIN.

A Mick na braaga Streepy poga ma Thone Na vuishama da Ghob, Oghone! Oghone!