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NYWJ.738.007
10 Jul 1738:21 (243)
Mr. Zenger; I have for these 14 or 15 years resided in
America, and followed most calling that depended least upon
labour, for to that I have a natural aversion, and could
never attain to be rich. Now I am returning to my native
land, but at a loss what employment to follow when I get
there; I have a project in my head, which if it meets with
your approbation, I think to put in execution, that is to
turn ballad singer; I have already provided a jointstool,
and in order to save shoe leather and many a weary step to
Grubstreet, I intend to compose for my self. I have
herewith sent a specimen of my ability, on which I desire
your judgment. Yours, etc. [signed] Non Ignotus.
THE MASQUE OF LIFE.
To my ditty good people give ear,
And arround me describe a large ring.
Where let but your bounty appear,
And I to some purpose shall sing.
My song to my manners I'll fit,
My learning shall therein be shewn.
And to the heighth of scholastical wit,
In philosophy set in some tune.
. . .[3 verses]
By chance through the world whilst we stray,
And our steps to no certainy tend.
Our life oft runs on like a play,
Of whose plot we ne'er think till the end.
. . . [8 verses]
One example I'll quote, do you see,
Of the matter no more's to be said,
Old Homer wrote ballads like me.
And sung them about for his bread.
. . . [1 more verse]
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