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With his goose-quill the scribbling elf,
And here my simile almost tript,
THE CLOWN'S REPLY.
JOHN TROT was desired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears. 'A'nt please you,'quoth John, 'I'm not given to letters,
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters;
Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your
As I hope to be sav'd, without thinking on asses.'
ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.
GOOD people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
In Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say
Whene'er he went to pray.
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
This dog and man at first were friends,
Around from all the neighbouring streets,
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad, To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
STANZAS ON WOMAN.
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom―is, to die.
PROLOGUE TO ZOBEIDE,
IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climates, and the savage shore;
Yet, ere he lands, has order'd me before
This seems a rocky and a dangerous coast. Lord, what a sultry climate am I under! Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder; [Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've [Pit. Here trees of stately size, and billing turtles in 'em
Here ill-condition'd oranges abound- [Stage.
The inhabitants are cannibals, I fear:
His honour is no mercenary trader.
Equally fit for gallantry and war.
What, no reply to promises so ample?
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe; And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.