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Of wisdom she threw in a spice,
But omitted to add common sense ; Dutch prudence a very large slice,
To teach him the saving of pence.
She gave him good honesty's phiz ;
No mummy was ever more grave, Although, my dear madam, the quiz,
To his wit's full extent is a knave.
All this she perform'd in a jerk,
And being well pleas'd with him, so far, She set herself gravely to work,
And forcd him to swallow a crow-bar.
No wonder then this queer machine, . • Which so rude, and so awkwardly made is, By no-body ever was seen 7o bow to the fairest of ladies.*
* The lady, to whom these lines were addressed, had been offended at the insolence of the character who sat as the original for cur picture.
At length he was usher’d to light,
A half-alive kind of commodity,
Was quite the quintessence of oddity.
She planted him down in yon hut,
To vegetate there with impunity, ... Till death shall prohibit the Put
Any more from disgusting community.
ON THE TIMES.
LET poets scrawl satirick rhymes,
With much caricaturing; .
E'en past a Job's enduring.
Let crabbed cynicks snarl away, And pious parsons preach and pray
Against the vices reigning ; That mankind are so wicked grown Morality is scarcely known,
And true religion waning:
Societies, who vice suppress,
Our's is the best of ages ;
Than Hottentots with sages.
It puts the poet in a pet
But we, thank G-d, are QUALITY!
Religion's no reality!
Tom Paine, and Godwin, both can tell • That there is no such thing as hell !
A doctrine mighty pleasant ;
While we enjoy the present.
We've nought to do, but frisk about,
And Bacchanalian revel ;.
Nor care for man, nor devil.
In these good times, with little pains,
A man with great propriety,
The foremost in societya
Good reader, I'll suppose, for once,
But wishest to be famous ;
As any one could name us.
When first in high life you commence, To virtue, reason, common sense,
You'll please to bid adieu, sir ;