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THO' with puffs daily papers are cramm’d, Sir,
With antidotes for ev'ry ail, l'll shew a specific not shamm’d, Sir, A Nostrum which never can fail.
The Drop and Pill
May heal or kill,
To work a cure, Apply th' Elixir l'Argent.
For weak consciences 'tis an Emetic;
A Restorative for a lost fame;
Like Achilles from Styx,
When this Unguentun is on.
Nay, chuse to anoint
Ev’n Justice's point,
'Tis a Stiptic to stop maiden's scruples,
An Opiate makes jealousy: rest ; 'Tis a Lecture where all men are pupils, Art and science without it a jest.
Be witty, be wise,
Win Learning's prize, This Recipe want you're undone:
Merit vainly may strive,
No genius can thrive,
His Honour demurs to a hearing,
The Agent demurs to his plan,
Yet each sick breast
When a Quantum suff.
Is took of the stuff,
When sickness voluptuousness seizes,
The medical corps in array, Sword by side take the field 'gainst diseases, And, Swiss-like, give battle for pay.
Not a word of Self,
Accepting the pelf,
But faith we're flamm'd,
We might dye and be damn’d, But for our Elixir l'Argent.
HOME care-curing Mirth
, Bring Humour, your brother, along, Hospitality's here, And Harmony near,
To chorus droll Sentiment's song.
In Comedy trim,
With Trios will keep up the ball;
Who'll President be ?
He's order'd to sit as our host;
Introduc'd him to give out the toast.
Tho? Scandal we hate,
Nor any for Title's-sake praise ;
But what Genealogies raise.
In this Anno Dom, we
I'll demonstrate how easy we cou'd :
Then things might soon be as they shou'd
And wonder they're not understood;
'Cause every thing's 'not as it shou’d.
Refusal wou'd be over-nice,
Who wou'd not come in for a slice?
Yet who can help laughing to see,
In one part both Parties agree.
And what we advance they support.
The Spring from which all honour flows,
Here's to it, and to it, Here goes.
DICK AND DOLL,
S.one bright summer's sultry day,
For sake of shade I sought the grove;
I met with mutual Love :
While she cry'd Dick be still,
“ I come (quoth Dick) to have some chat,"
And close to hers, his lips he squeez'd; “ I guess (cries Doll) what you'd be at,
“ But now I won't be teaz'd.” She strove to rise up, but his strength held her down, She call'd out for help! and petition'd the Clown,
“ O Dick, dear, let me rise,
“ The Sun puts.out my eyes.
soul out !-Lord ! these men,
“ You'll fling me in a fit."
And, feebly, on her tongue
Expiring accents hung.
The breeze blew rustling thro' the grove,
All seem'd the scene of Love.