Of the rise of provisions, the fall of the stocks, Whose loss all true friends of democracy shocks. So profuse of her beauties, in muslin array ? Now the raffles commenc'd, and I found, to my cost, And now he is call'd Sir Maude De Mannerly. Would a title were mine, how 'twould tickle my ear, "Yes, Sir Charles," no, Sir Charles," from my partner to hear; 66 When prepar'd to my skill a just tribute to pay, "Why, Sir Charles, I protest, that was excellent "play." How delightful to hear all the company round If I stroll'd on the beach, or paraded the street, "That's Sir Charles," all the people would cry that I meet; And, what would complete all the bliss of my life, Dear Mary, you'd be Lady S, my wife. "Give me, Cesario, but that PIECE OF SONG, "That OLD and ANTIQUE SONG, we heard last night; "Methought, it did relieve my passion much; "More than light airs, and recollected terms r Of these most brisk, and giddy-paced times. "Come, but one Verse. "Mark it, Cesario, it is OLD and PLAIN ; "The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, "And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, "Do use to chant it: it is SILLY sooth, "And dallies with the innocence of love, "Like the old age." SHAKESPEARE'S TWELFTH NIGHT. Bellmen of the Borough of Ipswich, IN FULL POTS ASSEMBLED. These Lines are a burlesque on the following Address, which was presented by the Borough of Ipswich to his Majesty, on his providential escape from the knife of Peg Nicholson. TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. "The humble address of the Bailiffs, Burgesses and Commonalty of the ancient Borough of Ipswich, in Great Court "assembled. |