The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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A KING OF FRANCE AND THE FAIR LADY.
At Battledore and Shuttlecock.
A TRUE STORY.
A King of France upon a day,
With a fair lady of his court,
Was pleas'd at battledore to play,—
A very fashionable sport.
With a fair lady of his court,
Was pleas'd at battledore to play,—
A very fashionable sport.
Into the bosom of this fair court dame,
Whose whiteness did the snow's pure whiteness shame,
King Louis by an odd mischance did knock
The shuttlecock,
Thrice happy rogue, upon the down of doves,
To nestle with the pretty little loves!
Whose whiteness did the snow's pure whiteness shame,
King Louis by an odd mischance did knock
The shuttlecock,
Thrice happy rogue, upon the down of doves,
To nestle with the pretty little loves!
‘Now, sire, pray take it out’—quoth she.
With an arch smile.—But what did he?
What? what to charming Modesty belongs!
Obedient to her soft command,
He rais'd it—but not with his hand!
No, marv'ling reader, but the chimney tongs.
With an arch smile.—But what did he?
What? what to charming Modesty belongs!
Obedient to her soft command,
He rais'd it—but not with his hand!
No, marv'ling reader, but the chimney tongs.
What a chaste thought in this good king!
How clever!
When shall we hear agen of such a thing?
Lord! never.
Now were our princes to be pray'd
To such an act by some fair maid,
I'll bet my life not one would mind it:
But handy, without more ado,
The youths would search the bosom through,
Although it took a day to find it!
How clever!
When shall we hear agen of such a thing?
Lord! never.
Now were our princes to be pray'd
To such an act by some fair maid,
I'll bet my life not one would mind it:
But handy, without more ado,
The youths would search the bosom through,
Although it took a day to find it!
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