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                         A

               SATYR

                     UPON

            Muſty-SNUFF.

TO all nice Beauxs, and nicer Ladies, who
The Taſt and Love of MUSTY SNUFF purſue.
To Thoſe, and only Thoſe, this Satyr's meant,
Whoſe daily Noſe gay Smells like Excrement ;
Keck, at the wholeſom Scent of Link or Dung,
When their dear Flower from a T d is ſprung :
Or if not that, as bad, fat Church-Yard Mould,
A Truth, a lying Few, when Drunk, once told.
Then, Spike-Oyl Drops is an Ingredient,
Which helps compoſe that odious foiſtie Scent.
Tho', tell your Snuff-men this, they 're in a rage,
And Swear it owes its Flavour to its Age.
Impoſe upon You, by a Method new ;
Take it before ye, though they're like to spew :
As proof of which, their Boxes but Examine ;
You'l find, that what they Take is Spaniſh-plain.

Proud Courtezal was your firſt Man of Note,
And with French Airs, both Fame and Money got.
Juſt like a well-pac'd Whore, he was ſo nice,
He'd ne're abate One Penny of his Price ;
But he deſerv'd it, for his Lying well,
And chouſing you both in your Taſt and Smell.
      For each Pound bought of him you paid a Guinea,
Then dirty Norcock ſell in hopes to win-ye :
But his, for want of moiſt T d in the mixture,
Diſpleas'd, becauſe 'twas dry, and flew like Air.
And ſo, poor B ſt, for want of T d enough,
Had all the Fops of Judgment, damn'd his Snuff.

Next Diteon wiſely thought to make a Chriſtian,
More likely to be done in Snuff than Man,
And ſolemnly Baptiz'd it Hauge MUST,
Which was as damn'd a Lye, as his no Truſt ;
Tells you, 'tis Age, that makes it muſty grow,
And Age from which it has its Dampneſs too.
Makes long Harangues on its mighty Uſe,
And Civilly does all Mankind abuſe.

Diteon's Half-Brother Lillie next comes in,
Swears moſt profuſely that he Sells the ſame ;
Labours extreamly too, to raiſe his Name,
Mimmicks his Shop, his Air, and Cringing Mein,
But cannot reach his Elder Brother's Fame.