orte nos Elevat._

_Fam simus laeti,
Spreta vi lethi,
Cordatissime:
Ut Combibones
(non ut gnathones)
Saxti-rectique:
Dum proculae Spument,
Morbi absument:
Ac mane Corpus Onustum,
Prae alienatione,
Acuit gustum,
Pro Iteratione_.

_Prestet quotannis,
Merks cum_ Hispanis,
India _sit sola;
Vinum praebeant,
Aurum teneant,
Absit spinola:
Sunt opes, pro certo,
Magis a furto,
In Vini potione,
Quam Terra Incognita;
Pro cautione,
Ne nobis fit subdola._

_The Raree-show, from Father_ HOPKINS.

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From Father _Hopkins_, whose Vein did inspire him,
_Bays_ sends this Raree-show publick to view;
Prentices, Fops and their Footmen admire him,
Thanks Patron, Painter, and Monsieur _Grabeau_.

Each Actor on the Stage his luck bewailing,
Finds that his loss is Infallibly true;
_Smith_, _Nokes_, and _Leigh_ in a Feaver with railing,
Curse Poet, Painter, and Monsieur _Grabeau_.

_Betterton_, _Betterton_, thy Decorations,
And the Machines were well written we knew;
But all the Words were such stuff we want Patience,
And little better is Monsieur _Grabeu_.

D---- me says _Underhill_, I'm out two hundred,
Hoping that Rain-bows and Peacocks would do;
Who thought infallible _Tom_ could have blunder'd,
A Plague upon him and Monsieur _Grabeu_.

_Lane_ thou hast no Applause for thy Capers,
Tho' all without thee would make a Man spew;
And a Month hence will not pay for the Tapers,
Spite of _Jack Laureat_ and Monsieur _Grabeu_.

_Bays_ thou wouldst have thy Skill thought universal,
Tho' thy dull Ear be to Musick untrue;
Then whilst we strive to confute the _Rehearsal_,
Prithee learn thrashing of Monsieur _Grabeu_.

With thy dull Prefaces still thou wouldst treat us,
Striving to make thy dull Bauble look fair;
So the horn'd Herd of the City do cheat us,
Still most commending the worst of their Ware.

Leave making _Opera's_, and Writing _Lyricks_,
'Till thou hast Ears and canst alter thy strain;
Stick to thy Talent of bold Panegyricks,
And still remember the breathing the Vein.

Yet if thou thinkest the Town will extol 'em,
Print thy dull Notes, but be thrifty and Wise;
Instead of Angels subscrib'd for the Volume,
Take a round Shilling, and thank my Advice.

In imitating thee this may be charming,
Gleaning from Laureats is no