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said the Fidler': I like to see harmony restored. D'ye tho'; you like to see harmony restored!
Why, then, here's to you, Mr. Wiggins, &c.
BEGGAR I am, and of low degree,
I'm cloth'd in rags,
A bag for the leg of a goose;
And a bottle to hold my boose.
ASymond's-Im Isip my tea,
Then file a judgment, or a plea;
Tax the costs, or put in bail. ?
ant's a married woman, pleads her coverture;
you'd better not go on; your client will have s all the costs to pay.~Will he? dem’me, if mine
don't, yours shall! that's all.
Nil debet, nulla bona:
Should a client ask advice,
I make him pay
For all I say,
So I'm sure to be the winner. Speaks.] Sir, you've certainly merits ; I'll speak to
Mr. Shark, the plaintiff's attorney.-Pray, Sir,' did you knock my client's eye out?---No, Sir; we plead a justification to the assault;-then, Sir, we must go to trial.
Sings.] With shain plea, &c.
For plaintiff or defendant,
It' but the fees we spack,
Till the coat is off his back. Speaks.] Lord, Sir, only a few extra costs, such as the master won't allow: poor devils of clients pay the piper. Rattling down in post-chaise to the assizes; hackney-coaches to Westminster-hall; my gig on a Sunday; counsel's fees, tavern-bills, and travelling expenses.
Sings.] With sham plea, &c. FOR England, when, with far’ring sale,
Our galant ship up channel steerd, And scudding under easy sail,
The high blue western land appear'd;
By the deep NINE!
Some well-known object kept in view ;
Or beacon to the vessel true.
By the mark SEVEN!
With transport we behold the roof,
Of faith and love a matchless proof:
Tinted by the solar beam;
My brain ascend on Fancy's wing,
While I live, I'll lave my clay;
ARIADNE ARIADNE one morning to Theseus was turis When missing her man, to the beach down she
flew; Iser cries unavailing, she saw far off sailing, His ship, 'fore the wind, less’ning swift to her
view, Slie tore her fine hair, beat her breast in despair; Spread her arms to the skies, and sunk down in
a swoon ; When Bacchus, 'ınidst æther, begg'd leave of his
father To comfort the Lady:- Jove granted the boon, Then gently descending, her sorrows befriending,
Histhyrsus he struck'gainst the big-belly’dearth, When o'er the smooth gravel, in murm?ring travel,
A spring of Champaign ather head bubbled forth. She wak'd with the scent, gave her sorrows fresh
Yet to drink she determin'd, exhausted by tears: She tastes the Champaign---licks her lipstastes
again, And feels herself suddenly freed from her fears. As still she kept sipping, her heart lightly leaping,
She look'd upon Thes. as a pitiful elf; Wine turn'd her to singing, in hopesit would bring
in A lover--'twas lonely to drink by herself. The god, her adorer, contess'd stood before her;
She hail'd the celestial, she welcom'd theguest: Champaign stopp'd resistance, she kept not her
distance, Butjellily clasp'd the young buck to her breast.