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EPIGRAM I.

[A Vicar in a certain vale]

HOC AGE.

A Vicar in a certain vale,
His farmers thus addrest;
“As much, good friends, as you love ale,
“So much do I love rest:
“One humming cag, behind the stairs,
“This cellar key secures;
“Bate me but half to-morrow's prayers,
“And half that cag is yours.”
Doctrine so feelingly propos'd,
His eager audience snapt;
The morrow came; the church stood clos'd;
The humming cag was tapt.

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Bumper by bumper, jug by jug,
A gradual vacuum made;
Till hollow round the mid-way plug,
Alarming echoes play'd.
“Doctor!” exclaim'd a child of fun,
“O! heed what we implore!
“And since so far so well you've done,
“E'en do a little more!
“Snug as we are, thus hand to fist,
“What pity 'twere to wag!—
“Rest the whole day, if so you list,
“And give us all the cag!”