Lewesdon Hill, with other poems By the Rev. William Crowe ... a corrected and much enlarged edition, with notes |
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TO THE HONOUR OF THE LONDON PASTRYCOOK, WHO MARKED “NO POPERY” ON HIS PIES, &c.
I'll sing the praise of Mr. B---,
Whose Pastry, watchful for the Church,
Whene'er it sees, or fears, a Plot,
Starts from his counter, piping hot,
To warn us of the dire intent,
And, like himself, is eloquent.
Pale Biscuits and stout Gingerbread
Th' alarm of danger widely spread;
Then quaking Custards join the cry,
And Tartlets squeak, “No Popery!”
Whose Pastry, watchful for the Church,
Whene'er it sees, or fears, a Plot,
Starts from his counter, piping hot,
To warn us of the dire intent,
And, like himself, is eloquent.
Pale Biscuits and stout Gingerbread
Th' alarm of danger widely spread;
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And Tartlets squeak, “No Popery!”
Defender of the Faith! rare Cook,
Who mak'st thy Pastry-shop a Book
As formidable, and much more read
Than that which our eighth Henry made,
Whose Church-of-England oven bakes
Protestant Appletarts and Cakes!
Children that feed upon thy Pies
Grow in religion as in size;
While, often as their mouths they ope,
They chew destruction to the Pope.
Who mak'st thy Pastry-shop a Book
As formidable, and much more read
Than that which our eighth Henry made,
Whose Church-of-England oven bakes
Protestant Appletarts and Cakes!
Children that feed upon thy Pies
Grow in religion as in size;
While, often as their mouths they ope,
They chew destruction to the Pope.
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Fame shall desert th'ingenious Quaker
To celebrate our Cross-bun Baker;
Whose willing Pupils, apter far
Than all the school of Lancaster,
Shall read, and eat, his name enroll'd
On Cakes of Gingerbread in gold.
To celebrate our Cross-bun Baker;
Whose willing Pupils, apter far
Than all the school of Lancaster,
Shall read, and eat, his name enroll'd
On Cakes of Gingerbread in gold.
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