The School of Politicks or, the humours of a coffee-house: a poem. The Second Edition Corrected and much Enlarged by the Author [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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XVIII.
[Great News from Ireland, is heard at Door]
Great News from Ireland, is heard at Door;Which puts the Audience to a stand,
To fetch it in there is command,
And one attempts to read it o'er
But interrupted by a prating Fop.
You talk, (says he,) I mean you hope
That Ireland will this Summer be reduc'd;
You may as well suppose
The Bay of Biscay will be froze;
No, no, with Stories you're amus'd,
K. J---'s in Men and Money's not so poor,
And I pronounce him Son of 'Whore,
VVho wishes Him or's Army were confus'd.
This made the Company to stare:
At last one takes him up with—Sir, I dare,
Though not to's Person, yet to's Cause
VVish ruin; and if any here
Do not the self-same thing aver,
He is without much Complement an Ass.
An Ass, Sir, (cries the other,) Faith, I don't
Much use to pocket up such an Affront;
You wear no Sword, I see, and 'twould be base
To draw upon a naked Man,
But here's my Dish of Coffee in your Face.
T'other, though scalded, would not be
Behind-hand with him in Civility,
But flung a Glass of Mum so pat,
It spoil'd both Perriwig and Point Cravat:
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Till Constable with pacifying Staff,
Appeas'd the Fray, and the Contenders have
Some respite, one his Face to cure,
And t'other to refresh his Garniture.
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