 | May Fair |  |
“B--- caught at last?”—“Yes, limed for life,
Condemn'd to virtue and a wife.”
“Too happy dog! he now relaxes
His purse-strings but to pay his taxes:
A gentle hermit in his cell,
He pokes the fire, and pulls the bell;
Upon his knee his babies dandles,
Concocts the tea, and snuffs the candles;
Scarce in the mirror gives a glance,
Lets even his ringlets take their chance;
Cares not a farthing if the Craven
Was lost by jockeyship or spavin;
If, at the paying of the stakes,
The doer or the done was R---;
In fact, has turn'd a new H--- B*ll,
A rustic pattern to us all.”
Condemn'd to virtue and a wife.”
“Too happy dog! he now relaxes
His purse-strings but to pay his taxes:
A gentle hermit in his cell,
He pokes the fire, and pulls the bell;
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Concocts the tea, and snuffs the candles;
Scarce in the mirror gives a glance,
Lets even his ringlets take their chance;
Cares not a farthing if the Craven
Was lost by jockeyship or spavin;
If, at the paying of the stakes,
The doer or the done was R---;
In fact, has turn'd a new H--- B*ll,
A rustic pattern to us all.”
| May Fair | |