Scripscrapologia or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c. [by John Collins] |
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THE AUTHOR's FAVORITE SALLY, A Song. |
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THE AUTHOR's FAVORITE SALLY, A Song.
The Bard who glows with Grub-street fire,
In Sally's praise profuse is,
But know, the Sally I admire,
'Tis Wit alone produces;
Sweet sprightly Sylph, 'tis thee I mean,
Then stand not shilly-shally,
But as thou art my Fancy's Queen,
Ne'er let me want a Sally!
In Sally's praise profuse is,
But know, the Sally I admire,
'Tis Wit alone produces;
Sweet sprightly Sylph, 'tis thee I mean,
Then stand not shilly-shally,
But as thou art my Fancy's Queen,
Ne'er let me want a Sally!
'Tis true, we're told in prose and rhyme,
“A Wit is but a feather,”
But let me lightly mount sublime,
While grovelings hug their tether;
Then, like the lark, I'll soar and sing,
While from the sordid valley,
The clod-sprung earthworm ne'er takes wing,
Nor e'er enjoys a Sally!
“A Wit is but a feather,”
But let me lightly mount sublime,
While grovelings hug their tether;
Then, like the lark, I'll soar and sing,
While from the sordid valley,
The clod-sprung earthworm ne'er takes wing,
Nor e'er enjoys a Sally!
Sallies of wit, where wisdom rules,
Are gladsome, gamesome gay things,
But those who sport with pointed tools,
Shou'd handle well their playthings;
Then, haply, when the stroke offends,
No longer prone to rally,
I'll silence keep, to keep my friends,
And check the sportive Sally!
Are gladsome, gamesome gay things,
But those who sport with pointed tools,
Shou'd handle well their playthings;
Then, haply, when the stroke offends,
No longer prone to rally,
I'll silence keep, to keep my friends,
And check the sportive Sally!
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And as old Time speeds on apace,
His sport and prey to make us,
With hasty strides, and hot-foot chace,
Determin'd to o'ertake us;
When from the sally-port of Life,
We rush to close Life's tally;
Releas'd from cank'ring care and strife,
Triumphant be our Sally!
His sport and prey to make us,
With hasty strides, and hot-foot chace,
Determin'd to o'ertake us;
When from the sally-port of Life,
We rush to close Life's tally;
Releas'd from cank'ring care and strife,
Triumphant be our Sally!
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