So near his praiseful Poet Sense may come: For *_Amiell_, _Amiell_, who cannot endite [Sidenote: _See his_, p. 28.] Of his _Thin_ Value won't disdain to write? The very _Him_ with Gown and Mace did rule The _Sanedrim_, when guided by a Fool. The _Him_ that did both Sense and Reason shift, That he to gainful Place himself might lift. The very _Him_ that did adjust the Seed Of such as did their Votes for Money breed. The Mighty _Him_ that frothy Notions vents, In hope to turn them into Presidents. The _Him_ of _Hims_, although in Judgment small, That fain would be the biggest at _Whitehall_. The He that does for Justice Coin postpone, As on Account may be hereafter shown. If this plain _English_ be, 'tis far from Trick, Though some Lines gall, where others fawning lick; Which fits thy Poet, _Amiell_, for thy Smiles, If once more paid to blaze thy hated Toils. Of Things and Persons might be added more, Without Intelligence from Forreign Shore, Or what Designs Ambassadors contrive, Or how the Faithless _French_ their Compass guide: But Lines the busie World too much supply, Besides th'Effects of evil Poetry, Which much to _Tory_-Writers some ascribe, Though hop'd no Furies of the _Whiggish_ Tribe Will on their Backs such Lines or Shapes convey, To burn with Pope, on Great _November_'s Day. _FINIS._ [Erratum: And such Heaven bids thee not relinquish too. _text reads "relinqnish"_ ] * * * * * AZARIA AND HUSHAI, A POEM. _Quod cuique visum est sentiant._ _LONDON,_ Printed for _Charles Lee_, An. Dom. 1682. TO THE READER.