The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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[The Gods on a day when their Worships were idle]
The Gods on a day when their Worships were idle,Met all at the Sign of the Half-Moon and Fiddle;
Old Bacchus and Venus did lovingly joyn,
And swore there was nothing like Women and Wine:
They drank till they all were as merry as Grigs,
And wallowed about like a litter of Pigs;
Till their Heads and their Tails were so little apart,
That the breath of a Belch, mix'd with that of a Fart;
But as it fell out, poor unfortunate Mars,
Just nodded his Nose into Venus's Arse;
Why how now, says Mars, ye old Jade d'y' suppose,
Your Arse was design'd as a Case for my Nose?
Then pulling his Head from her Bumb, fell a swearing,
Her Honour smelt worse than a stinking Red-Herring.
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