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Faced round like any Bull-
But had his belly full.
Old Nicholas, to a tittle !
Squirt out some fasting-spittle.
The Trojans he could worry
The mob fled hurry-scurry,
* According to the superstition of the West-Countries, if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or force him to disappear by spitting over his horns.
XV. Through gardens, lanes and fields new plough’d,
Through his hedge, and through her hedge, He plung'd and toss'd and bellow'd loud, Till in his madness he grew proud, To see this helter-skelter crowd, .
That had more wrath than courage.
Alas! to mend the breaches wide
He made for these poor ninnies, They all must work, whate'er betide, Both days and months, and pay beside, (Sad news for Avarice and for Pride)
A sight of golden guineas !
The man that kept his senses ; And now he cried—“ Stop, neighbours ! stop; “ The Ox is mad! I would not swop, “ No! not a school-boy's farthing-top,
“ For all the parish-fences.”
What means this coward fuss ?
“ See, here's my blunderbuss.
“ The Ox was only glad—
“ YOU DROVE THE POOR Ox mad.”
DROVE THE POOR
With the morning's wet newspaper,
Our pursy Woollen-draper.
And in he rush'd and panted “ Well, have you heard ?" No, not a whit. . “ What, ha’nt you heard ?” Come, out with it! “ That TIERNEY votes for Mister Pitt,
“And SHERIDAN's recanted.!”.
ALMOST awake? Why, what is this, and whence,
O ye right loyal men, all undefiled ? · Sure, 'tis not possible that Common Sense
Has hitch'd her pullies to each heavy eye-lid?
. Yet wherefore else that start, which discomposes
The drowsy waters lingering in your eye?
And are you really able to descry
'Yet flatter you I cannot, that your wit
Is much improved by this long loyal dosing;
Now cluttering to the Treasury Cluck, like chicken,
Now with small beaks the ravenous Bill opposing ; With serpent-tongue now stinging, and now licking, Now semi-sibilant, now smoothly glozing