What say you-a pasty? it shall, and it must, 60 Left alone to reflect, having emptied my shelf, 'And nobody with me at sea but myself'; Though I could not help thinking my gentleman hasty, Yet Johnson, and Burke, and a good venison pasty, Were things that I never dislik'd in my life, Though clogg'd with a coxcomb, and Kitty his wife. So next day, in due splendour to make my approach, 65 I drove to his door in my own hackney coach. When come to the place where we all were to dine, (A chair-lumber'd closet just twelve feet by nine :) My friend bade me welcome, but struck me quite dumb, With tidings that Johnson and Burke would not come ; 70 'For I knew it,' he cried, both eternally fail, The one with his speeches, and t'other with Thrale ; But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew, They['re] both of them merry and authors like you; The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge; Some think he writes Cinna-he owns to Panurge.' While thus he describ'd them by trade, and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was serv'd as they came. 80 At the top a fried liver and bacon were seen, At the bottom was tripe in a swinging tureen ; 75 At the sides there was spinach and pudding made hot; And, Madam,' quoth he, ' may this bit be my poison, 90 Pray a slice of your liver, though may I be curs'd, But I've eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst.' 'The tripe,' quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek, 95 'I could dine on this tripe seven days in the week : I like these here dinners so pretty and small; But your friend there, the Doctor, eats nothing at all.' 105 'O-Oh!' quoth my friend, he'll come on in a trice, He's keeping a corner for something that's nice: 100 There's a pasty'-'A pasty!' repeated the Jew, 'I don't care if I keep a corner for 't too.' 'What the de'il, mon, a pasty!' re-echoed the Scot, 'Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for thot.' 'We'll all keep a corner,' the lady cried out; 'We'll all keep a corner,' was echoed about. While thus we resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? That she came with some terrible news from the baker: ΙΙΟ 115 And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven 120 EPITAPH ON THOMAS PARNELL THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, And Heaven, that lent him genius, was repaid. 5 ΙΟ THE CLOWN'S REPLY JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world,— EPILOGUE FOR MR. LEE LEWES HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; (Takes off his mask.) 6 Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !—soft'twas but a dream.' 5 IO 15 20 Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating: 25 If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. |