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The girls of virtue when he views,
[After these asterisks follows, without title.] But Hudibrastics may be found To tire ye with repeated sound; So, changing for a Shandeyan stile, I ask your favour and your smile.
Repent, repent, repent,
Oblique light'ning in his eyes, Or die and be damn'd! all around The long-ear'd rabble grunt in dismal sound, Repent, repent, repent,
Each concave mouth replies." The comet of gospel, the lantern of light,
Is rising and shining
He shakes his ears,
Hark, he's whining,
Here must I labour and bawl, And thump, and thump, and thump;
And never a souse to be got,
A greater profit's made
I'll forswear my trade,
Now 'tis thunder,
* Of the whining piety of the Methodists he has made many ludicrous exhibitions. In a long recitative poem, called the Journal, he has exhibited the cant vulgarity and interestedness of Whitfield with such powerful humour that he convulses the breast with laughter.-Davis's LIFE OF CHATTERTON.
Now he chats of this and that,
No more the sly robber.
Again he starts, he beats his breast,
Hark! hark! the sound begins, 'Tis a bargain and sale for remission of sins.
In the hour of tribulation,
Say ye wives, and say ye daughters,
Han't I staunch'd your running waters? I have labour'd-pay me-pay me!
I have given absolution,
Dont withhold your contribution; Men and angels should obey me
Give but freely, you've remission
For all sins without condition;
A thickening vapor swells-
Dark as twice ten thousand hells
Is the gibberish which he spatters. Now a most dismal elegy he sings,
Groans, doleful groans are heard about;
The Issacharian rout
Was blinded prejudice and zeal.
Unfix'd as fortune on her wheel.
So let him to oblivion fall,
Who thought a wretched body all,
Now he takes another theme,
Out comes Mr. Porter Devil,
“Dear sir," quoth he, “pray step within,
The company is drinking tea; We have a stranger just come in,
A brother from the triple tree.” Well, in I walkd, and what d'ye think? Instead of sulphur, fire and stink,
'Twas like a masquerade,
All grandeur, all parade.
With devil actors very clever,
And truly a huge horned fellow
To learn a part, and get a souse,
A lawyer ask'd me for a fee,
To plead my right to drinking tea ; I begg'd his pardon, to my thinking
I'd rather have a cheering cup.
So having seen a place in hell,
Now again his cornets sounding,