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Says Patty the prude, and she wide spread lier fan,-
swoon! She did--and was brought to-bed, faith, before noon!
To London Pa sent her, when bloom was regain'd,
You confess'd-without loving-life's all a Hum
The wanton Wife often, too often I fear,
hugs, How cunningly now she her Cuckold humbugs.
But Husband at home, as few marry'd men wish,
Fal de roll, toll loll. To dine ev'ry day on the very same dish,
Doll de roll, &c. Makes a meal with her Maid, the thing publicly
known is, A Tete-a-Tete feast, call'd the Lex Talionis.
Fal de roll, &c.
AD I old Homer here, I wou'd make that
(Quoth Venus) whom 'tis he abuses; What business has any Verse-monger with me?
'Their Prudes let them stick to,-the Muses.And so I was wounded by rough Diomede?
A pretty dress'd up sort of story;
'Tis not for your Honour and Glory. ,
Why will you permit these Mortality Frights,
What Olympus has plann'd to review?
T' observe what we Deities do.
My Transit to see, aud expose it ;
Their Spectacles peep'd in my Closet.
And let Laughter illumine his face;
Becomes not the Empress of Grace.
Skip about on yon' Globular Crust,
A mere Animalculous Dust.
Those Emmets, 'tis true, scientifical prate,
A race of half-reasoning Elves,
Yet know not the State of themselves.
The Cause of all Causes dispute ; I'll shew you these arrogant Earth-worms are Fools,
And thus all their Systems confute.
Away, at his word, the vast COMET rush'd forth,
And swift thro' immensity blaz'd.
On Earth, how the Star-peepers gaz'd.
And reason'd about, and awry;
'Twas a Jest for the Sons of the Sky.
Be humble, ye Beings of feeble Threescore,
Shall Finites,— Infinity scan?
And, at best, only think what is Man?
Pride, Servility, Sorrow, and Mirth ;
In a Moment again he is Earth.
Sons of Error; for that's all the birthright ye share,
As ev'ry day's actions make known; No longer let Vanity gaze into Air,
But think of itself and look down.Yet hold !- let us think,--to look down did I say?
I did so,—and so seize my Cup,
way, The best way, my Lads, to look up.
E learn'd of ,
Each Artist, each Sage, Ye Speakers at fam'd Robinhood,
Describe, or decline,
Or derive, or define,
Macaronies so neat,
Free-Masons so shy,
Choice Spirits so high,
If making a Bet,
Or if taking a Whet, Or if beating the Rounds he thinks good,
Who dare to oppose,
Will be pluck'd by the Nose, With a
-Dam'me Sir, a’n't I a Blood ?
If the constable queer,
And the Watch shou'd appear, His Riots to quell, if they cou'd,
Out of Window they're sent, And that is fine fun for a Blood,
He laughs at Old Nick,
Calls Religion a trick,
'Tis a Bett or an Oath,
But most commonly both,
As we have but our Day,
Even Bloods must decay,
But his Manors foreclos'd,
And his honour expos’d,
To retrench wou'd be base,
To repent a disgrace,
By a Med'cine of Lead,
Warm apply'd to his Head,
DO THE SAME.
TUNE-". HOW D'ye DO?”
Mark Anthony gave up the world for a Girl,
And he who wou'd not do the same is a Churl, Do the same! that's the Thing ;-do not think me
to blame If a Bumber I drink, will not you do the same?
But what do you think that I mean by all this?