The press, or literary chit-chat A Satire [by J. H. Reynolds] |
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“Ye people, assinine and mulish,Why vex your King with actions foolish?
Know not your weak and addled sconces
That ye are nought but stupid dunces?
Ye gods! that Gog of kings the first
Should rule a people so accurst!
Was't not enough that (ere we here
Came to o'errule with brow severe,)
A turtle-feeding, waspish legion
Should plague us in a western region;
That realm where we and Magog stood
Chiefs of a civic brotherhood?
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Wood deal out words like drugs for beer;
Or Waithman, clad in Indian shawl,
By the long hour incessant bawl;
Or Parkins, mightiest of men,
Both grin and growl, and growl and grin?
Think you, Bas-Bleusians, that we thus
Can bear your conduct riotous?
Forbid it heaven, forbid it earth!
Whence could the monstrous thought have birth?”
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