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Nothing so idle as to waste	A
This Life disputing upon Taste	A
And most let that sad Truth be written	B
In this contentious Land of Britain	B
Where each one holds it seems to me	C
Equivalent to Q E D	C
And if you dare to doubt his Word	D
Proclaims you Blockhead and absurd	D
And then too often the Debate	E
Is not 'twixt First and Second rate	E
Some narrow Issue where a Touch	F
Of more or less can't matter much	F
But and this makes the Case so sad	G
Betwixt undoubted Good and Bad	G
Nay there are some so strangely wrought	H
So warped and twisted in their Thought	H
That if the Fact be but confest	H
They like the baser Thing the best	H
Take BOTTOM who for one 'tis clear	I
Possessed a reasonable Ear	J
He might have had at his Command	H
The Symphonies of Fairy Land	H
Well our immortal SHAKESPEAR owns	K
The Oaf preferred the Tongs and Bones	K
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'Squire HOMESPUN from Clod Hall rode down	L
As the Phrase is to see the Town	L
The Town in those Days mostly lay	M
Betwixt the Tavern and the Play	M
Like all their Worships the J P 's	N
He put up at the Hercules	O
Then sallied forth on Shanks his Mare	P
Rather than jolt it in a Chair	P
A curst new fangled Little Ease	O
That knocks your Nose against your Knees	O
For the good 'Squire was Country bred	H
And had strange Notions in his Head	H
Which made him see in every Cur	Q
The starveling Breed of Hanover	Q
He classed your Kickshaws and Ragoos	O
With Popery and Wooden Shoes	O
Railed at all Foreign Tongues as Lingo	R
And sighed o'er Chaos Wine for Stingo	R
	-
Hence as he wandered to and fro	R
Nothing could please him high or low	R
As Savages at Ships of War	S
He looked unawed on Temple Bar	T
Scarce could conceal his Discontent	H
With Fish Street and the Monument	H
And might except at Feeding Hour	Q
Have scorned the Lion in the Tower	Q
But that the Lion's Race was run	B
And for the Moment there was none	B
	-
At length blind Fate that drives us all	U
Brought him at Even to Vauxhall	U
What Time the eager Matron jerks	O
Her slow Spouse to the Water Works	O
And the coy Spinster half afraid	H
Consults the Hermit in the Shade	H
Dazed with the Din and Crowd the 'Squire	Q
Sank in a Seat before the Choir	Q
The FAUSTINETTA fair and showy	C
Warbled an Air from Arsino	B
Playing her Bosom and her Eyes	O
As Swans do when they agonize	O
Alas to some a Mug of Ale	V
Is better than an Orphic Tale	V
The 'Squire grew dull the 'Squire grew bored	H
His chin dropt down he slept he snored	H
Then straying thro' the poppied Reign	B
He dreamed him at Clod Hall again	B
He heard once more the well known Sounds	O
The Crack of Whip the Cry of Hounds	O
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He rubbed his Eyes woke up and lo	R
A Change had come upon the Show	R
Where late the Singer stood a Fellow	R
Clad in a Jockey's Coat of Yellow	R
Was mimicking a Cock that crew	Q
Then came the Cry of Hounds anew	Q
Yoicks Stole Away and harking back	R
Then Ringwood leading up the Pack	R
The 'Squire in Transport slapped his Knee	B
At this most hugeous Pleasantry	B
The sawn Wood followed last of all	U
The Man brought something in a Shawl	U
Something that struggled scraped and squeaked	H
As Porkers do whose tails are tweaked	H
Our honest 'Squire could scarcely sit	H
So excellent he thought the Wit	H
But when Sir Wag drew off the Sheath	W
And showed there was no Pig beneath	W
His pent up Wonder Pleasure Awe	X
Exploded in a long Guffaw	Y
And to his dying Day he'd swear	Q
That Naught in Town the Bell could bear	Q
From Jockey wi' the Yellow Coat	H
That had a Farm Yard in his Throat	H
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MORAL THE FIRST you may discover	Q
The 'Squire was like TITANIA'S lover	Q
He put a squeaking Pig before	Q
The Harmony of CLAYTON'S Score	Q
	-
MORAL THE SECOND not so clear	Q
But still it shall be added here	Q
He praised the Thing he understood	H
'Twere well if every Critic would	H

Henry Austin Dobson

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