The poems of George Huddesford ... now first collected. Including Salmagundi, Topsy-Turvy, Bubble and Squeak, and Crambe Repetita. With corrections, and original additions |
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EPIGRAMS.
ON A FAVOURITE DOG, WHO REGULARLY ACCOMPANIED HIS MISTRESS TO CHURCH.
'Tis held by folks of deep research,He 's a good Dog who goes to church:
As good I hold him every whit
Who stays at home and turns the spit.
For 'though good Dogs to church may go,
Yet going there don't make them so.
[While Dick to combs hostility proclaims]
While Dick to combs hostility proclaims,A neighbouring taper sets his hair in flames.—
The blaze extinct, permit us to inquire:
“Were there no lives lost, Richard, in this Fire?”
128
IGNOTUM OMNE PRO MAGNIFICO.
Averse to pamper'd and high-mettled steeds,His own upon chopt straw Avaro feeds:
Bred in his stable, in his paddock born,
What vast ideas they must have of Corn!
A CASE OF CONSCIENCE; SUBMITTED TO A LATE DIGNITARY OF THE CHURCH
ON HIS NARCOTIC EXPOSITION OF THE FOLLOWING TEXT
“Watch and pray, lest ye enter into temptation.”
By our Pastor perplext,
How shall we determine?—
“Watch and pray,” says the Text,
“Go to sleep,” says the Sermon.
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EPIGRAM.
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Some of the Bread with which the French fed their prisoners of war, having been brought to this Country, was analyzed by the direction of Lord Grenville; and found to have been made of horse-beans, together with some ingredients of a coarser quality, mixed with a certain proportion of common Sand.
Say why with Sand, instead of Wheat,
France kneads her captive's crust?—
'Tis but to execute her threat:
“My foes shall bite the dust.”
France kneads her captive's crust?—
'Tis but to execute her threat:
“My foes shall bite the dust.”
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