The Works of Peter Pindar, Volume 3

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J. Walker, 1794
 

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Page 179 - BURKE! behold fairLiBERTY advancing— TRUTH, WIT, and HUMOUR, fporting in her train : Behold them happy, finging, laughing, dancing, Proud of a Golden Age again ! When all thy friends (thy friends of late, I mean) Shall, flufh'd with conqueft, meet their idol Queen, The Goddefs at whofe...
Page 265 - Cuckoos of Ming-fou-you, exalt their praife, With geefe of Sou-chen-che, and Tang-ting-tan. O monkeys of Tou-fou, pray line the road, Hang by your tails, and all the branches load; Then grin applaufe upon the gaudy throng, And drop them honours as they pafs along. Frogs of...
Page 40 - Roses shall smooth life's journey, and adorn ; Yet mind me — if, through want of grace, Thou mean'st to fling the blessing in my face, Thou hast full leave to tread upon a thorn.
Page 138 - His majesty was a very stout black man, exceedingly ignorant, nevertheless possessed of the sublimes! ideas of royalty ; very riotous, and grievously inclined to get drunk. He came to me one day, with a voice more like that of a bullock than a king, roaring, " Mo drink for king — mo drink for king?
Page 114 - Started for beagles, hounds, and curs, to chase ! A mongrel dog may snap thee up unfair ; For spite and hunger have but little grace. Long are thy legs (I know), and stout for running ; And many a trick hast thou within thy brain ; But guns and greyhounds are too much for cunning, Join'd to the rav'nous pack of Thomas Paine ! And now a lamb...
Page 173 - Now go, and learn fubmiffion from your Bible: Complaint is now-a-day a flagrant libel. Yes, go and try to chew your mouldy bread— JUSTICE is fick, I own, but is not dead.
Page 111 - Fine roof this, Master Verger, quite complete; High — high and lofty too, and clean, and neat : What, verger, what ? mop, mop it once a week ?" " An't please your majesty," with marveling chops, The verger answered, " we have got no mops In Salisbury that will reach so high." " Not mop, no, no, not mop it...
Page 328 - O let me, pensive, watch thy pale decay ; How fast that frame, so tender, wears away ! How fast thy life the restless minutes steal ! How slender now...
Page 275 - EMP'ROR, PRINCE OF POETS, noble BARD, Thy brother PETER fendeth thee a card, To fay thou art an honour to the times— « Yes, PETER telleth thee, that for a King, Indeed a moft extraordinary thing, Thou really makeft very...
Page 301 - I'm glad I'm here again." And well mayest thou rejoice — 'tis very plain, That near wert thou to Death's unsocial lands. And now thou rollest on thy back about, Happy to find thyself alive, no doubt — Now turnest — on the table making rings, Now crawling, forming a wet track, Now shaking the rich liquor from thy back, Now fluttering nectar from thy silken wings.

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