Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
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Upon a Country Parson and his Man, and a Parishoner whose Name was Ivorie.
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Upon a Country Parson and his Man, and a Parishoner whose Name was Ivorie.
The Parson sued him 'cause he call'd him knaveFor which poor Ivory 7, and 6 pence gave:
And so at six and sevens they both drank on,
That, e're they went away, they were quite gone.
The seven and six pence so had Ivory stir'd,
He cou'd not give the Parson a good word.
Nay, such a dose he to his Temples gave,
That, if he wou'd? he cou'd not call him knave;
And, (what I cou'd have wish't had not been true)
The liberal dose silenc'd the Parson too.
This hap, alas! had never come to pass,
Had but the Priest concluded with his Glass.
But Cupper cupt so much, the Sack ran down
All the neglected Preface of his Gown.
So all be-butter'd too, as if (alack)
The Priest had in his Stomack mull'd the Sack.
His Man too drunk, wch made him much the bolder
Yet got no Sack, save one upon his shoulder:
He reel'd about, and ran at every Shelf,
And neither knew his Master, nor himself.
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Did, for an Ivory, get a scarlet Nose.
They that before so great a noise did keep,
Now slept, and in the rightest sense, Fox-sleep.
The Popinjay one Fuddle had before,
But when these three were there, then it had four.
And while they slept secure, in came the Watch
And does this pickel'd Congregation Catch.
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