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THE TARTAR.

Wives are in lecturing oft so sharp,
Their husbands they to ire provoke,
So long on the same string they harp,
In troth their scolding is no joke!

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Day after day Madge made a rout,
On generous Port denouncing woe—
“Die—die! a martyr to the gout!
The Tartar 'tis torments thee so.”
“Too true (quoth he); but check thy tongue,
That dooms me thus to die a martyr;
For, whether thou art right or wrong,
I'm certain I have caught [the] [a] Tartar!”
 

The Tartar of Port wine has such an effect with me, that three or four glasses are sure to produce a fit of the gout.