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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. An't 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
graces, As I hope to be sav'd, without thinking on
ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
It cannot hold you long.
Of whom the world might say,
Whene'er he went to pray.
To comfort friends and foes;
When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
But when a pique began,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all the neighbouring streets,
The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man. 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,
That shew'd the rogues they lied; The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
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.
In these bold times, when Learning's sons
[Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em
[Pit. Here trees of stately size, and billing turtles in 'em
Here ill-condition'd oranges abound— [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground :
[ Tasting them. The inhabitants are cannibals, I fear : I heard a hissing—there are serpents here ! 0, there the people are best keep my distance; Our captain (gentle natives) craves assistance ; Our ship's well-stored—in yonder creek we've
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
And turning all the past to pain!
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
In thee must ever find a foe.