AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE, GOOD people all, with one accord, Who never wanted a good word→ The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways, Unless when she was sinning. At church, in silks and sattins new, She never slumber'd in her pew,- Her love was sought, I do aver, The king himself has follow'd her,- But now her wealth and fin'ry fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead,— Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more, She had not died to-day. AN ELE GY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. GOOD people all, of ev'ry sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked ev'ry day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. Around from all the neighb'ring streets And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To ev'ry christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That shew'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died. THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was desir'd by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears? "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; "Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, "As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on asses.' EDINBURGH, 1753. |