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; All this she perform'd in a jerk, And being well pleas'd with him, so far, She set herself gravely to work, And forc'd 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 To 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 thing, which you'd say, at first sight, She planted him down in yon hut, Till death shall prohibit the Put Any more from disgusting community. 1 2 EULOGY ON THE TIMES. LET poets scrawl satirick rhymes, A set of slanderers they are, 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, May make a rumpus; ne'ertheless, Our's is the best of ages; Such hum-drum folks our fathers were, Than Hottentots with sages. To think of THEM, a vulgar set; But we, thank G-d, are QUALITY! For we have found this eighteenth century What ne'er was known before, I'll venture ye, Religion's no reality ! Tom Paine, and Godwin, both can tell That there is no such thing as hell! A doctrine mighty pleasant; We've nought to do, but frisk about, And Bacchanalian revel; To gamble, drink, and live at ease, Our great and noble selves to please, In these good times, with little pains, The foremost in society. Good reader, I'll suppose, for once, I'll tell thee how, with decent luck, When first in high life you commence, To virtue, reason, common sense, You'll please to bid adieu, sir; |