Maggots or, Poems on Several Subjects, Never before Handled. By a Schollar [i.e. Samuel Wesley] |
A Box made like an Egg, was between Jest and Earnest, between Stoln and Borrow'd; but at last, (see the Honesty!) after a Year's Possession, restor'd with this in the Belly on't.
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A Box made like an Egg, was between Jest and Earnest, between Stoln and Borrow'd; but at last, (see the Honesty!) after a Year's Possession, restor'd with this in the Belly on't.
As an Egg is Full of Meat,
So, in sooth, am I of Sorrow,
That your Box so fine, so neat,
I without your leave should borrow.
So, in sooth, am I of Sorrow,
That your Box so fine, so neat,
I without your leave should borrow.
Now I sigh, and now I groan,
O're and o're the Crime repented;
Moan and sob, and sob and Moan,
To my very Guts tormented.
O're and o're the Crime repented;
Moan and sob, and sob and Moan,
To my very Guts tormented.
How did I in Doggrel Rhymes,
Mind my fault, and wail and grieve it?
Should I tell you twenty times,
Ne're the sooner you'd believe it.
Mind my fault, and wail and grieve it?
Should I tell you twenty times,
Ne're the sooner you'd believe it.
But since your Box has, fie upon't!
Brought me to so much Confusion;
To the lawful Owner on't
Thus I make a Restitution.
Brought me to so much Confusion;
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Thus I make a Restitution.
Down to Dinner now they call,
Gizzard now begins to grumble;
Pray my Service unto all,
So I rest,
Your Servant Humble, &c.
Gizzard now begins to grumble;
Pray my Service unto all,
So I rest,
Your Servant Humble, &c.
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