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My Adieu to a “Man of Sense.”
A PARODY.
Fare thee well! and since for ever,
Why, for ever fare thee well!
Though relenting now—thou never
'Gainst me shalt again rebel.
Why, for ever fare thee well!
Though relenting now—thou never
'Gainst me shalt again rebel.
Why, not, Husky! look before thee,
Ere the fatal leap was ta'en,
When that sulky fit came o'er thee?
Place thou ne'er shalt fill again!
Ere the fatal leap was ta'en,
When that sulky fit came o'er thee?
Place thou ne'er shalt fill again!
Though the Whigs for this commend thee,
As thy lengthen'd face they view,
Even praises must offend thee,
Coming from so base a crew.
As thy lengthen'd face they view,
Even praises must offend thee,
Coming from so base a crew.
Why not check thy fond presumption,
While retreat I'd yet allow;
“Huskisson's a man of gumption,
Let him truckle—he knows how.”
While retreat I'd yet allow;
“Huskisson's a man of gumption,
Let him truckle—he knows how.”
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Should some other Sub resemble,
Let him, too, remember thee;
And from thy example, tremble
At the thought of bullying me.
Let him, too, remember thee;
And from thy example, tremble
At the thought of bullying me.
Grant and Palmerston, thou knowest,
Dudley, too, thou well may'st know,
Grumbled that thus out thou goest,
Therefore out with thee they go.
Dudley, too, thou well may'st know,
Grumbled that thus out thou goest,
Therefore out with thee they go.
Yes, 'tis done—all words are idle,
Notes from thee are vainer still,
The contempt I cannot bridle
Makes its way against my will.
Notes from thee are vainer still,
The contempt I cannot bridle
Makes its way against my will.
Get thee gone!—thus disunited,
Forc'd from every worthier tie;
By Tories scorn'd, by Whiglings slighted,
Lower than this thou scarce canst lie.
Forc'd from every worthier tie;
By Tories scorn'd, by Whiglings slighted,
Lower than this thou scarce canst lie.
Arthur.
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