Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes, Without the fear of sessions ;Charles Medler loathed false quantities As much as false professions ;Now Mill keeps order in the land, A magistrate pedantic ;And Medlers feet repose unscanncd Beneath the wide Atlantic. Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din, Does Dr. Martexts duty ;And Mullion, with that monstrous chin, Is married to a beauty ;And Darrel studies, week by week, His Mant, and not his Manton ;And Ball, who was b
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes, Without the fear of sessions ;Charles Medler loathed false quantities As much as false professions ;Now Mill keeps order in the land, A magistrate pedantic ;And Medlers feet repose unscanncd Beneath the wide Atlantic. Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din, Does Dr. Martexts duty ;And Mullion, with that monstrous chin, Is married to a beauty ;And Darrel studies, week by week, His Mant, and not his Manton ;And Ball, who was but poor at Greek, Is very rich at Canton. And I am eight-and-twenty now— The worlds cold chain has bound me ;And darker shades are on my brow— And sadder scenes around me :In Parliament I fill my seat With many other noodles ;And lay my head in Jermyn Street, And sip my hock at Boodles. But often when the cares of life Have set my temples visions haunt me of a wife, When duns await my waking,When Lady Jane is in a pet. Or Hoby in a Captain Hazard wins a bet. Or Beaulieu spoils a curry : For hours and hou
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