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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223
So then, messieurs, ye men of loans,
Who eat our flesh, and gnaw our bones
Clean as a dog would pick them, all so white
With goodly gratitude ye look
To your great friend, the old state cook,
And kindly offer him your mite
To rear a statue to support his fame,
On crutches hobbling—rotten, lank, and lame.
Who eat our flesh, and gnaw our bones
Clean as a dog would pick them, all so white
With goodly gratitude ye look
To your great friend, the old state cook,
And kindly offer him your mite
To rear a statue to support his fame,
On crutches hobbling—rotten, lank, and lame.
'Tis very kind in ye, I'm sure,
Yet 'tis but rouge on an old w---,
That can't conceal the wrinkles and the scab:
The nation's eyes are vastly clear;
Their scrutinizing pow'r severe,
Discerns a vestal from a dirty dab.
Yet 'tis but rouge on an old w---,
That can't conceal the wrinkles and the scab:
The nation's eyes are vastly clear;
Their scrutinizing pow'r severe,
Discerns a vestal from a dirty dab.
What sort of statue will ye have,
To snatch his glory from the grave,
That seemeth in a terrible decline?
The vulgar statues to surpass,
Let it be form'd of kindred brass;
In pure Corinthian let your hero shine.
To snatch his glory from the grave,
That seemeth in a terrible decline?
The vulgar statues to surpass,
Let it be form'd of kindred brass;
In pure Corinthian let your hero shine.
Colossal it will be no doubt,
To push his head among the gods;
Cocking his pert, imperious snout,
Much like the bully of old Rhodes.
Upon the pedestal his worth,
And great achievements, will start forth:
In staring capitals I mark reform,
With Col'nel Sharman's volunteers ,
With pointed muskets, swords, and spears,
To raise for dying liberty a storm.
To push his head among the gods;
Cocking his pert, imperious snout,
Much like the bully of old Rhodes.
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And great achievements, will start forth:
In staring capitals I mark reform,
With Col'nel Sharman's volunteers ,
With pointed muskets, swords, and spears,
To raise for dying liberty a storm.
There shall we see the name of war,
That many a soldier sends, and tar,
To sleep with their still fathers and still mothers;
For war, though seeming very dread,
By knocking thousands on the head,
Makes comfortable elbow-room for others.
That many a soldier sends, and tar,
To sleep with their still fathers and still mothers;
For war, though seeming very dread,
By knocking thousands on the head,
Makes comfortable elbow-room for others.
In letters too, all large and fair,
Old Bailey on the eye may stare;
Where Justice, with her sharpen'd shears,
Has lopp'd off many a liar's ears.
Old Bailey on the eye may stare;
Where Justice, with her sharpen'd shears,
Has lopp'd off many a liar's ears.
In letters too, superb and bold,
The name of income-tax be told,
That made so many millions blest;
And eke of poor old penny-post ,
That gave so sweetly up the ghost,
T' oblige the gaping treas'ry's chest.
The name of income-tax be told,
That made so many millions blest;
And eke of poor old penny-post ,
That gave so sweetly up the ghost,
T' oblige the gaping treas'ry's chest.
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Now tell us where ye mean to place
Your fav'rite hero's brazen face?
Ev'n at fam'd Newgate let him soar,
And swinging grace the debtor's door.
Your fav'rite hero's brazen face?
Ev'n at fam'd Newgate let him soar,
And swinging grace the debtor's door.
The letters sent to Ireland by a noble duke and his associates, in order to force themselves into power, would have furnished the neck of the author of such tr---on of the present day with a halter.
On Mr. Pitt's silly, cruel, and unproductive imposition on the penny-post letters, I felt for the humbler classes of society, who seem to be born with passions somewhat of the same quality with those of our lofty rulers, and composed a pretty little elegy, called the Tears of the Penny-Post.—The following stanzas are faithful extracts from that tender performance, which on some future day may probably be given entire, for the gratification of the public.—
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