At the fides there was fpinnage and pudding made hot; In the middle a place where the pasty---was not. And your rogue, With his long-winded fpeeches, his smiles and his brogue, And, "madam, quoth he, may this bit be my poison, Pray a flice of your liver, though may I be curft, What the de'il, mon, a pasty! re-echo'd the Scot; Though splitting, I'll ftill keep a corner for that." "We'll all keep a corner, the lady cried out ;" "We'll all keep a corner was echo'd about." While thus we refolv'd, and the party delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; G 4 A vifage A vifage fo fad, and fo pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? Had fhut out the pafty on fhutting his oven. FROM FROM THE ORATORIO O F THE CAPTIVITY. THE SON G. HE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, ftill on hope relics; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rife. Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, And still, as darker grows the night, SONG. [90] SON G. Memory! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys, recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain; Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing, And he who wants each other bleffing, In thee muft ever find a foe. THE THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was defired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why affes had ears ? An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given. 66 to letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my bet "ters, "Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your "c graces, "As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes." Edinburgh, 1753 EPI |