Occupations > Hue and cry, upon hue and cry, or, An enquiry after a poet

But in one thing he keeps to his Text like a Martyr,
Never varies the leaſt, or acts like a Starter,
But holds with the Learn'd, a Poetical Fob
Should never contribute to part of a Club;
And whoever fees him, midſt his Ale and his Funk.,
Put his Hand in his Pocket, may ſwear that He's drunk.

Theſe are his True Marks, after whom we deſire ye
To make a moſt Diligent Search and Enquiry :
From his Lodgings he's lately march'd off with his Goods,
A Shirt, and a Neckcloth, three Books, and two Rods,
A greaſie old Standiſh, and Five Sheets of Paper,
With a Pair of Turn'd Breeches ow'd for to the Draper ;
And his Land-lord, poor Man ! 's in a Buſhel of Trouble,
To think how his Poet has made him a Bubble.

Now for the Reward, to make Him more hearty,
Who ſhall have the good Fortune to ſeize on the Party,
So that He with his Goods- and his Chattels repairs
Again to his Garret up Three Pair of Stairs,
When the Rent is recover'd, ſhall have three parts in four,
And if that ben't a fair thing, I'm a Son of a Whore.

To tell you more fully his Name and his Nature,
He's an Author, anUſher, aS—, a Tranſlator ;
Has as many Devices to put off his Dunns,
As Stories, Pretences, as Quibbleo, and Punns.
But where ye may find him, God knows it's uncertain,
What Corner, what End of the Town, or what part in ;
For the Wits now-a-days, as the Vulgar do ſpeak,
Are very good Gameſters at Hide and at Seek ;
Tho' I dare to be Sentenc'd to the Rope and the Gallows,
If the place which he's found in, ben't a Tavern or Ale-houſe.

                  London, Printed in the Year 1699.