The Dance of Life A Poem, by the author of "Doctor Syntax;%" [i.e. William Combe] Illustrated with coloured engravings, by Thomas Rowlandson |
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Thus, as the Dame let loose the story
Of all her past, and present glory:
For thus she'd talk, though all alone,
And no ear heard her but her own;
The Doctor wish'd to see the child—
The Babe was brought, the Doctor smil'd;
And thus th'obstetric Galen spoke:
A sage, grave man, who lov'd a joke.
Of all her past, and present glory:
For thus she'd talk, though all alone,
And no ear heard her but her own;
The Doctor wish'd to see the child—
The Babe was brought, the Doctor smil'd;
And thus th'obstetric Galen spoke:
A sage, grave man, who lov'd a joke.
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