DICK'S VARIETY

Dull uniformity in fools

I hate, who gape and sneer by rules;

You, Mullinix, and slobbering C----

Who every day and hour the same are

That vulgar talent I despise

Of pissing in the rabble's eyes.

And when I listen to the noise

Of idiots roaring to the boys;

To better judgment still submitting,

I own I see but little wit in:

Such pastimes, when our taste is nice,

Can please at most but once or twice.

But then consider Dick, you'll find

His genius of superior kind;

He never muddles in the dirt,

Nor scours the streets without a shirt;

Though Dick, I dare presume to say,

Could do such feats as well as they.

Dick I could venture everywhere,

Let the boys pelt him if they dare,

He'd have them tried at the assizes

For priests and jesuits in disguises;

Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender,

And listing troops for the Pretender.

But Dick can f--t, and dance, and frisk,

No other monkey half so brisk;

Now has the speaker by his ears,

Next moment in the House of Peers;

Now scolding at my Lady Eustace,

Or thrashing Baby in her new stays.[1]

Presto! begone; with t'other hop

He's powdering in a barber's shop;

Now at the antichamber thrusting

His nose, to get the circle just in;

And damns his blood that in the rear

He sees a single Tory there:

Then woe be to my lord-lieutenant,

Again he'll tell him, and again on't[2]

[Footnote 1: "Dick Tighe and his wife lodged over against us; and he has

been seen, out of our upper windows, beating her two or three times; ...

I am told she is the most urging, provoking devil that ever was born; and

he a hot whiffling puppy, very apt to resent."--Journal to Stella, "Prose

Works," ii, 229.--_W. E. B._]

[Footnote 2: Farquhar, who inscribed his play of the "Inconstant" to

Richard Tighe, has painted him in very different colours from those of

the Dean's satirical pencil. Yet there may be discerned, even in that

dedication, the oulines of a light mercurial character, capable of being

represented as a coxcomb or fine gentleman, as should suit the purpose of

the writer who was disposed to immortalize him.--_Scott_.]

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