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A LITTLE SKETCH OF A CERTAIN MOST MERCIFUL AND LITTLE JUDGE. |
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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
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A LITTLE SKETCH OF A CERTAIN MOST MERCIFUL AND LITTLE JUDGE.
------ Hunc tu, Romane, caveto;
Hic niger est ------
Hic niger est ------
Lo, that be-periwigg'd black knave in scarlet,
The robes deep blushing for their master's soul;
With what solemnity he sits, the varlet!
With what sublimity his eye-balls roll!
With what a grave pomposity he blows
What has been often pull'd—his mean pug-nose!
The robes deep blushing for their master's soul;
With what solemnity he sits, the varlet!
With what sublimity his eye-balls roll!
With what a grave pomposity he blows
What has been often pull'd—his mean pug-nose!
With what a sanctity pronouncing death!
How pleas'd in secret swells the fatal breath!
Religion-cloth'd, each sentence moves along,
While thirst for murder prompts the villain's tongue.
How pleas'd in secret swells the fatal breath!
Religion-cloth'd, each sentence moves along,
While thirst for murder prompts the villain's tongue.
Look at this judge—this fellow, out of court!
The very first in Roguery's hawk-ey'd school!
A knave, committing crimes of ev'ry sort;
To whom Hypocrisy's an arrant fool.
‘There's no such man,’ the world exclaims.—That's true;
But such a monster, ev'ry day we view.
The very first in Roguery's hawk-ey'd school!
A knave, committing crimes of ev'ry sort;
To whom Hypocrisy's an arrant fool.
‘There's no such man,’ the world exclaims.—That's true;
But such a monster, ev'ry day we view.
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||