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An Imitation of HORACE. BOOK I. SATYR IX. Written in Iune, 1681.
Ibam for•…•…è viâ sacrâ, &c.
AS I was walking in the Mall of late,
Alone, and musing on I know not what;
Comes a familiar Fop, whom hardly I
Knew by his name, and rudely seizes me:
Dear Sir, I'm mighty glad to meet with you:
And pray, how have you done this Age, or two?
"Well I thank God (said I) as times are now:
"I wish the same to you. And so pass'd on,
Hoping with this the Coxcomb would be gone.