For all the human race, both Man and Woman, DAVID of yore,-that good and mighty King, Would dance betimes,---and dance as well as sing; Has led our kingdoms many a woeful dance! And should we go to dance by Sea or Land, May GEORGE THE FOURTH still dance the upper hand. All Nature now is one great Ball we find, The Water daily dancing to the Wind; The Sea itself, both Morning, Night and Noon, Rises, and capers to the very Moon! The Moon herself, around the earth does tread, A zig-zag cheshire round in orient red: The Earth and Planets dance around the Sun, And GOD HIMSELF knows when their dance is done! But when great Nature's in one Chaos blended, Then we can justly say, the Ball is ended. THE HYMENEAL ORGIES; OR, THE PRIEST'S BEST PENNY. I greet my Muse, who may be fairly counted, A Lazy-Hack as ever Poet mounted: A Jade, that ev'ry Blockhead would enjoy, I mean to win, or pitch her to damnation!!! And oft 'tis known the Priest! and Parson too! With or without her aid, I sing the Wedding, And Tague was ripe to grunt with Catteleen. Soon as bright Sol our dunghills did adorn, And crowing Cocks, and Cur-dogs hail'd the morn; When smoke in volumes roll'd o'er thatchless roofs, And Tinkers, Pipers, Bag-men on the hoofs, Cast from their Kennels and forsaken fleas, Allow'd their blood-stain'd nails a writ of ease. When scrubbing, scouring, scalding, broom and shovel, Combin'd to grace and 'ornament the hovel : Our Barber first a most judicious wight, To scalp a mazzard, or a jest recite, Came foremost half an Hamlet to unbristle, E're he would grease his chops or wet his whistle, With hand so tremulous and blunted saw, The solemn Clerk innur'd to gulp and swill, And with full gout to gormandize a dinner; With fresh Forge-news each stragling Guest he treated: The woeful: wonders of a hopper tale; The Constable by virtue of his staff, Arriv'd betimes, thirsting a flood to quaff;" And wrest from daring-hands the Pike and Horse-whip. With sage foreboding of the wind and weather; With solemn gait and hypocritic air, To win respect and feast on dainty fare. The snuffling Groom, whose purple nose was wry'd; The valient Cobler, oft in battle tried; And limping Luke, and Barnaby the strong, In loud debate the Priest he values not, The Taylor nimble as an August-flea, At length arriv'd, to frisk the hours away; |