The toast An heroick poem: In four Books, Written originally in Latin, by Frederick Scheffer: Now done into English, and illustrated with Notes and Observations, by Peregrine Odonald [i.e. William King] |
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ODE.
[The Captain draws as fierce as stout]
The Captain draws as fierce as stout,
And A--- throws her Wit about;
With Poison, Myra too gives out,
She'll work us.
And A--- throws her Wit about;
With Poison, Myra too gives out,
She'll work us.
They all invoke the wicked Sprite,
Which dwelt in Body of Sir Knight,
Compell'd with Furies now to fight
In Orcus.
Which dwelt in Body of Sir Knight,
Compell'd with Furies now to fight
In Orcus.
Bane of his House, in Blood and Strife,
Inflam'd by B---lew's wicked Wife,
He studied Vengeance all his Life,
And dying.
Inflam'd by B---lew's wicked Wife,
He studied Vengeance all his Life,
And dying.
I value not the Sword of P---
The Croak of Raven, A---'s Chat,
The Witch—and by her Imps all that
She's trying.
The Croak of Raven, A---'s Chat,
The Witch—and by her Imps all that
She's trying.
An Hempen String may chance reward
Those Curses, which I disregard.
Phœbus preserves the pious Bard
From Fate here.
Those Curses, which I disregard.
Phœbus preserves the pious Bard
From Fate here.
Phœbus instructs me how to joke,
The Hags, and Collier to provoke,
And make 'em feel the keenest Stroke
Of Satire.
The Hags, and Collier to provoke,
And make 'em feel the keenest Stroke
Of Satire.
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