The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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TO MRS. AND MISS BISHOP,
IN EXCUSE FOR NOT COMING INTO THE COUNTRY TO DINNER.
A Visit, in due form, I paid,
To my good Lord of Bangor's—maid!
Himself!—no friends in Town will share him,
Till Senates call, and Wales can spare him.
To my good Lord of Bangor's—maid!
Himself!—no friends in Town will share him,
Till Senates call, and Wales can spare him.
Then strove I, (but in vain I strove,)
To shew my shapes in time for Grove.
To shew my shapes in time for Grove.
The cross puss Fortune still turn'd tail;
And distanc'd me again with Gale.
And distanc'd me again with Gale.
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Fretting to fiddle-strings my guts,
I found 'twas now too late for Cutts.
I found 'twas now too late for Cutts.
No huswife, in a cookmaid's pocket,
Was e'er cram'd half so full as Crockett.
Was e'er cram'd half so full as Crockett.
Both Houlds and Weeks (could I have gotten 'em)
Requir'd a previous tramp to Tottenham;
And should I miss 'em, double, double,
(Going and coming,) toil and trouble.
Requir'd a previous tramp to Tottenham;
And should I miss 'em, double, double,
(Going and coming,) toil and trouble.
On foot, I might as well pretend
To reach the North Pole, as North End;
Tho' you were dearer, three times told,
And Golder's Hill, an Hill of Gold.
To reach the North Pole, as North End;
Tho' you were dearer, three times told,
And Golder's Hill, an Hill of Gold.
I therefore am compell'd to clap,
This scurvy scribble on this scrap,
And send Amigôs assientôs
The greeting I can't bring on ten-toes.
This scurvy scribble on this scrap,
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The greeting I can't bring on ten-toes.
I am, dear girls, to dam and cub,
Affectionate dad, and loving hub!
Affectionate dad, and loving hub!
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