Continuatque dapes: nec non verniliter ipfis Our Courtier walks from difh to difh, Tafles for his friend of Fowl and Fish; Tells all their names, lays down the law, Que ça eft bon! Ah goutez ça! 200 That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing, Pray, dip your Whiskers and your Tail in." Was ever fuch a happy Swain? He ftuffs and fwills, and fluffs again. I'm quite afham'd 'tis mighty rude A Rat! a Rat! clap to the door"- (It was by Providence they think,) For your damn'd Stucco has no chink. 205 210 215 "An't please your Honour," quoth the Peafant 220 VOL. VI. SOBER ADVICE FROM HORACE, TO THE YOUNG GENTLEMEN ABOUT TOWN; A's DELIVERED IN HIS SECOND SERMON. IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF MR. POPE, Together with the Original Text, as reftored by the REV. RICHARD BENTLEY, D. D. |