Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . Some squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack,Whose game is whist, whose treat a toast in sack !Who visits with a gun, presents you gives a smacking buss, and cries,—No words. IOr with his hound comes hallooing from the stable ;Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table;Whose laughs arc hearty, though his jests are coarse,And loves you best of all things—but his horse.*

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