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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
THE PETIT MAITRE, AND THE MAN ON THE WHEEL.
AT Paris some time since, a murd'ring man,
A German, and a most unlucky chap,
Sad, stumbling at the threshold of his plan,
Fell into justice's strong trap.
A German, and a most unlucky chap,
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Fell into justice's strong trap.
The bungler was condemn'd to grace the wheel,
On which the dullest fibres learn to feel;
His limbs secundum artem to be broke
Amidst ten thousand people, p'rhaps, or more:
Whenever Monsieur Ketch apply'd a stroke,
The culprit, like a bullock, made a roar.
On which the dullest fibres learn to feel;
His limbs secundum artem to be broke
Amidst ten thousand people, p'rhaps, or more:
Whenever Monsieur Ketch apply'd a stroke,
The culprit, like a bullock, made a roar.
A flippant petit-maitre skipping by
Stepp'd up to him, and check'd him for his cry—
‘Boh!’ quoth the German; ‘an't I 'pon de wheel?
D'ye tink my nerfs and bons can't feel?’
Stepp'd up to him, and check'd him for his cry—
‘Boh!’ quoth the German; ‘an't I 'pon de wheel?
D'ye tink my nerfs and bons can't feel?’
‘Sir,’ quoth the beau, ‘don't, don't be in a passion;
I've nought to say about your situation;
But making such a hideous noise in France,
Fellow, is contrary to bienseance.’
I've nought to say about your situation;
But making such a hideous noise in France,
Fellow, is contrary to bienseance.’
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||