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But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied;
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
THE CLOWN'S REPLY.
JOHN TROTT 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
« 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 asses."
STANZAS ON WOMAN.
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can sooth 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.
WHERE the Red Lion staring o'er the way,
Invites each passing stranger that can pay;
Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champaign,
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane;
A window, patch'd with paper, lent a ray,
The Seasons, fram’d with listing, found a place,
The morn was cold, he views with keen desire
The rusty grate unconscious of a fire:
With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd,
And five crack'd tea-cups dress'd the chimney-board;
A nightcap deck'd his brows instead of bay,