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Should you a Rat to madness teize,
Why even a Rat might plague you:
And so this Ox in frantic mood
Faced round like any Bull
But had his belly full.
Old Nick's astride the beast, 'tis clear
Old Nicholas to a tittle !
Squirt out some fasting spittle.
According to the superstition of the West Countries, XIV.
Achilles was a warrior fleet,
The Trojans he could worry-
The mob fled hurry-skurry.
Thro' gardens, lanes, and fields new-ploughid,
Thro' bis hedge and thro' ber hedge,
That had more wrath than courage.
if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or you may cause him instantly to disappear by spitting over his horns.
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.
But here once more to view did pop
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.
“ The Ox is mad! Ho! Dick, Bob, Mat!
“ What means this coward fuss ? “ Ho! stretch this rope across the plat “ 'Twill trip him up—or if not that,
Why damme! we must lay him flat“ See, here's my blunderbuss !"
"A lying dog! just now he said,
“ The Ox was only glad. “Let's break his presbyterian head !"“ Hush! (quoth the sage) you've been misledy, “ No quarrels now let's all make head
“ You drove the poor Ox mad!"
As thus I sat in careless chat,
With the morning's wet newspaper,
Our pursy Woollen-draper.
And so my Muse perforce drew bit,
And in he rush'd and panted
heard ?"_" Come out with it-" “ That Tierney votes for Mister Pitt,
“ And Sheridan's recanted,"
LINES to SARAH.
Now Spring's ambrosial fingers pour
And sweetly smiles the blue-eyed sky;
For as I stray, to Fancy's eye
The lucid dew-drop twinkling nigh,
Illumin'd with a liquid light;
The vale-nurst lilly's bell so white,