The press, or literary chit-chat A Satire [by J. H. Reynolds] |
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The time I choose to lay my historyIs at th' enactment of a mystery,
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March at the ending of each session,
Much as our members join the Lords
To feast their ears on royal words;
Only my senate were far grander,
And, (like geese led by ancient gander,)
Went in due order, trumpets blowing
And pennons in the breezes flowing,
Not as the British House of Commons
Run helter-skelter at the summons.
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