[The Hamiltoniad or, An extinguisher for the royal faction of New-England. With copious notes, illustrative, biographical, philosophical, critical, admonitory, and political; being intended as a high-heeled shoe for all limping republicans. By Anthony Pasquin] [i.e. by John Williams] |
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The King's Fisher's Prayer.
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The King's Fisher's Prayer.
Vir bonus est QUIS!
The good man's a political Quiz!
The good man's a political Quiz!
Vide Dog-Latin.
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For thee, oh George, and kingly craft,
From my heart's core, I fervent waft
My sighs across the ocean:
Ah! could I here thy influence see,
I'd grub up Freedom's sacred tree,
And give the Furies motion.
From my heart's core, I fervent waft
My sighs across the ocean:
Ah! could I here thy influence see,
I'd grub up Freedom's sacred tree,
And give the Furies motion.
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Farmers and vile Mechanics too,
(Faugh! now I scent the vulgar crew)
Will in the Congress gabble;
Where none but pension'd Lords should sit,
T'indorse the writs of Billy Pitt,
And muzzle all the rabble.
(Faugh! now I scent the vulgar crew)
Will in the Congress gabble;
Where none but pension'd Lords should sit,
T'indorse the writs of Billy Pitt,
And muzzle all the rabble.
48
Hot Rage, is gnawing through my trunk,
Be calm, my soul—I'll try the Monk,
Come hither, Jedidiah!
Let Faith's pure articles be mine;
I know you'd swallow thirty-nine,
And be a mitre higher.
Be calm, my soul—I'll try the Monk,
Come hither, Jedidiah!
Let Faith's pure articles be mine;
I know you'd swallow thirty-nine,
And be a mitre higher.
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I will not be that Thing I am;
Give to my grasp the Oriflamme;
I'll wield the gaudy banners:
Dazzle the senses of the croud,
Amaze the weak—Seduce the proud,
And royalize their manners.
Give to my grasp the Oriflamme;
I'll wield the gaudy banners:
Dazzle the senses of the croud,
Amaze the weak—Seduce the proud,
And royalize their manners.
50
My throbbing heart can bear no more:
Make me combustious—half seas o'er:
High charg'd from Treason's cup:
Then lead me midst the virtuous throng,
I'll watch the acmé of their song,
Then burst and blow 'em up!
Make me combustious—half seas o'er:
High charg'd from Treason's cup:
Then lead me midst the virtuous throng,
I'll watch the acmé of their song,
Then burst and blow 'em up!
51
Ah! would the witch of Colchos, shew,
(For I'm no Conjuror you know)
How she makes Dragons dozy:
I'd physic Pasquin and Duane,
Lull the fierce guards of Cheetham's brain,
Till Truth, with wrath, was rosy!
(For I'm no Conjuror you know)
How she makes Dragons dozy:
I'd physic Pasquin and Duane,
Lull the fierce guards of Cheetham's brain,
Till Truth, with wrath, was rosy!
52
As I grow old, I go astray;
Come sweet Hygeia wash away
The bile from off my liver;
Having but Sysiphean skill,
To raise a stone that rolls down hill,
I curse the gift and giver.
Come sweet Hygeia wash away
The bile from off my liver;
Having but Sysiphean skill,
To raise a stone that rolls down hill,
I curse the gift and giver.
53
There's --- swore he'd stab our Chief,
And yet the wretch ('tis past belief)
Mocks God at the communion!
If I cry, zounds! how Deacons bark,
Or get six cents worth, in the dark,
'Tis told to all the Union!
And yet the wretch ('tis past belief)
Mocks God at the communion!
If I cry, zounds! how Deacons bark,
Or get six cents worth, in the dark,
'Tis told to all the Union!
54
Were we hung up in classic skies,
As signals, chang'd, for telling lies,
How Bonaparte'd stare!
E---y a lateral Crab you'd see;
Bandano and grim Laco'd be
The great and lesser Bear!
As signals, chang'd, for telling lies,
How Bonaparte'd stare!
E---y a lateral Crab you'd see;
Bandano and grim Laco'd be
The great and lesser Bear!
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My whiskers, once of hazel hue,
Chang'd, like Moll Coggin's wig, to blue,
May aid to 'scape detection:
My cheeks are wet with tory tears;
Each Wish is pinch'd by rising Fears,
And Chagrin rides Reflection.
Chang'd, like Moll Coggin's wig, to blue,
May aid to 'scape detection:
My cheeks are wet with tory tears;
Each Wish is pinch'd by rising Fears,
And Chagrin rides Reflection.
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What reck'ning Freedom has 'gainst me!
Could she but keep an Inn, d'ye see,
I'd list while Patriots talk:
Steal in her bar with visage sad,
Swear that the heart-burn made me mad,
And lick off all the chalk!
Could she but keep an Inn, d'ye see,
I'd list while Patriots talk:
Steal in her bar with visage sad,
Swear that the heart-burn made me mad,
And lick off all the chalk!
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What's Aristocracy, but woe?
A social bane—the Christian's foe!
I would, but can't, run from it:
Grandeur's a bubble, boiling hot,
For God's sake, Patience, bring the pot,
'Fore Heaven, I shall vomit!
A social bane—the Christian's foe!
I would, but can't, run from it:
Grandeur's a bubble, boiling hot,
For God's sake, Patience, bring the pot,
'Fore Heaven, I shall vomit!
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Then Wisdom thus, with pitying looks,
“Egregious man, I gave thee books,
But you have never read 'em;
Embrace those blisses Fate has sent;
Be Free—Be equal—Be content,
And smile, once more, at Dedham!
“Egregious man, I gave thee books,
But you have never read 'em;
Embrace those blisses Fate has sent;
Be Free—Be equal—Be content,
And smile, once more, at Dedham!
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Let Britain fight, for Britain's self.
Put all thy essays on the shelf;
Propel no more the riot:
Contract the measure of thy cares;
Eschew sedition—say thy pray'rs:
And go to sleep in quiet.”
Put all thy essays on the shelf;
Propel no more the riot:
Contract the measure of thy cares;
Eschew sedition—say thy pray'rs:
And go to sleep in quiet.”
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