Matthew Prior. Dialogues of the Dead and Other Works in Prose and Verse. The Text Edited by A. R. Waller |
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[Answer to an]
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[Answer to an] Orange.
Good People, I pray
Throw the Orange away,
'Tis a very sour Fruit, and was first brought in Play,
When good Judith Wilk
In her Pocket brought Milk,
And with Cushions and Warming-Pans labour'd to bilk
This same Orange.
Throw the Orange away,
'Tis a very sour Fruit, and was first brought in Play,
When good Judith Wilk
In her Pocket brought Milk,
And with Cushions and Warming-Pans labour'd to bilk
This same Orange.
When the Army retreats,
And the Parliament sits,
To vote our King the true use of his Wits;
'Twill be a sad means,
When all he obtains
Is to have his Calf's Head dress'd with other Mens Brains,
And an Orange.
And the Parliament sits,
To vote our King the true use of his Wits;
'Twill be a sad means,
When all he obtains
Is to have his Calf's Head dress'd with other Mens Brains,
And an Orange.
The Sins of his Youth
Made him think of one Truth,
When he spawl'd from his Lungs, and bled twice at the Mouth,
That your fresh sort of Food
Does his Carcase more good,
And the damn'd thing that cur'd his putrify'd Blood
Was an Orange.
Made him think of one Truth,
When he spawl'd from his Lungs, and bled twice at the Mouth,
That your fresh sort of Food
Does his Carcase more good,
And the damn'd thing that cur'd his putrify'd Blood
Was an Orange.
This hopeful young Son
Is surely his own,
Because from [an] Orange it cry'd to be gone:
But the Hereticks say,
He was got by Dada,
For neither King nor the Nuncio dare stay
Near an Orange.
Is surely his own,
Because from [an] Orange it cry'd to be gone:
But the Hereticks say,
He was got by Dada,
For neither King nor the Nuncio dare stay
Near an Orange.
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Since Lewis was cut
From his Breech to the Gut,
France fancies an Openarse delicate Fruit:
We wiser than so,
Have two Strings to our Bow,
For we've a good Queen [that's] an Open[arse] too,
And an Orange.
From his Breech to the Gut,
France fancies an Openarse delicate Fruit:
We wiser than so,
Have two Strings to our Bow,
For we've a good Queen [that's] an Open[arse] too,
And an Orange.
Till Nanny writ much
To the Rebels the Dutch,
Her Mother, good Woman, ne'er ow'd her a Grutch:
And the Box on the Ear
Made the Matter appear,
That the only foul Savour the Queen could not bear
Was an Orange.
To the Rebels the Dutch,
Her Mother, good Woman, ne'er ow'd her a Grutch:
And the Box on the Ear
Made the Matter appear,
That the only foul Savour the Queen could not bear
Was an Orange.
An honest old Peer,
That forsook God last year,
Pull'd off all his Plaisters, and arm'd for the War:
But his Arms would not do,
And his Aches throb'd too,
That he wish'd his own Pox, and his Mistress's too
On an Orange.
That forsook God last year,
Pull'd off all his Plaisters, and arm'd for the War:
But his Arms would not do,
And his Aches throb'd too,
That he wish'd his own Pox, and his Mistress's too
On an Orange.
Old Tyburn must groan,
For Jefferies is known
To have perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son;
And [Devonshires] Cause
Must be try'd by the Laws,
And Herbert must taste a most damnable Sauce
With an Orange.
For Jefferies is known
To have perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son;
And [Devonshires] Cause
Must be try'd by the Laws,
And Herbert must taste a most damnable Sauce
With an Orange.
Pen, Lob, and a score
Of those honest Men more,
Will find this same Orange exceedingly sour;
The Queen to be seiz'd,
Will be very ill pleas'd,
And so will King Pippin, too dry to be squeez'd
By an Orange.
Of those honest Men more,
Will find this same Orange exceedingly sour;
The Queen to be seiz'd,
Will be very ill pleas'd,
And so will King Pippin, too dry to be squeez'd
By an Orange.
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