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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[Quite out of Breath comes bouncing to the Room]
Quite out of Breath comes bouncing to the RoomA Spark, as if for Midwife sent,
Bawling aloud—His Majesty is come;
The King our Royal Master is at home:
Shall we not drink his health to night,
Tho' some may pledge it out of spight;
E'gad I care not,—You Rogue, Sirrah, Boy,
Fetch me a Double Mug of Potent Beer
To make my Understanding clear,
Or I shall else be drunk with Joy?
Are you all ready?—Gentlemen present,
Come here's the Brave King William's Health,
A Thing I wish above all Earthly Wealth,
All at one pull on rep---so—Boy, another;
This Mug has got a younger Brother.
We must not sure forget the Queen,
No, no, my Lads, that were a Mortal Sin;
Nor must the Prince and Princess be forgot,
Boy, bring each man Mugs half a Dozen,
I'll no Man of his Liquor Cozen.
Now healths to the Nobility,
E'gad I'll drink while I can see,
You Zarrah—Boy—but now the Sot
With frequent Healths so drunk was got,
That leaving of the Publick Room,
Went very Loyal, very Tipsie home.
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