IMPROMPTU.
A LADY'S ANSWER to A LITTLE UGLY ATHEIST,
Who, while he was adjusting his Cravat before a Looking-glass,
endeavoured to persuade her that the World was made by Chance.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
Quoth Asmodeus, “The World was, I'm sure, made by Chance;
“A Chaötical jumble, Atomical Dance.”—
No wonder, indignant cries Jane, such a wretch,
A mere Caliban's spawn, a vile Grub, a Jack Ketch,
When he looks in a Mirror, should draw a conclusion
That a Figure like his was the work of Confusion!