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cuicumque nocere volebat	B
Vestimenta dabat pretiosa	C
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Don Carlos in a merry spight	B
Did Stella to his house invite	B
He entertain'd her half a year	D
With generous wines and costly cheer	D
Don Carlos made her chief director	E
That she might o'er the servants hector	E
In half a week the dame grew nice	C
Got all things at the highest price	C
Now at the table head she sits	C
Presented with the nicest bits	C
She look'd on partridges with scorn	F
Except they tasted of the corn	F
A haunch of ven'son made her sweat	B
Unless it had the right fumette	B
Don Carlos earnestly would beg	G
Dear Madam try this pigeon's leg	G
Was happy when he could prevail	H
To make her only touch a quail	H
Through candle light she view'd the wine	I
To see that ev'ry glass was fine	I
At last grown prouder than the devil	J
With feeding high and treatment civil	J
Don Carlos now began to find	B
His malice work as he design'd	B
The winter sky began to frown	K
Poor Stella must pack off to town	K
From purling streams and fountains bubbling	L
To Liffey's stinking tide in Dublin	M
From wholesome exercise and air	N
To sossing in an easy chair	N
From stomach sharp and hearty feeding	L
To piddle like a lady breeding	L
From ruling there the household singly	O
To be directed here by Dingley	O
From every day a lordly banquet	B
To half a joint and God be thank it	B
From every meal Pontac in plenty	O
To half a pint one day in twenty	O
From Ford attending at her call	P
To visits of Archdeacon Wall	P
From Ford who thinks of nothing mean	Q
To the poor doings of the Dean	Q
From growing richer with good cheer	D
To running out by starving here	R
But now arrives the dismal day	B
She must return to Ormond Quay	O
The coachman stopt she look'd and swore	S
The rascal had mistook the door	S
At coming in you saw her stoop	T
The entry brush'd against her hoop	T
Each moment rising in her airs	C
She curst the narrow winding stairs	C
Began a thousand faults to spy	U
The ceiling hardly six feet high	U
The smutty wainscot full of cracks	C
And half the chairs with broken backs	C
Her quarter's out at Lady day	B
She vows she will no longer stay	B
In lodgings like a poor Grisette	B
While there are houses to be let	B
Howe'er to keep her spirits up	V
She sent for company to sup	V
When all the while you might remark	W
She strove in vain to ape Wood Park	W
Two bottles call'd for half her store	S
The cupboard could contain but four	S
A supper worthy of herself	X
Five nothings in five plates of delf	X
Thus for a week the farce went on	Y
When all her country savings gone	Z
She fell into her former scene	Q
Small beer a herring and the Dean	Q
Thus far in jest though now I fear	D
You think my jesting too severe	D
But poets when a hint is new	A2
Regard not whether false or true	A2
Yet raillery gives no offence	C
Where truth has not the least pretence	C
Nor can be more securely placed	B
Than on a nymph of Stella's taste	B
I must confess your wine and vittle	J
I was too hard upon a little	J
Your table neat your linen fine	I
And though in miniature you shine	I
Yet when you sigh to leave Wood Park	W
The scene the welcome and the spark	W
To languish in this odious town	K
And pull your haughty stomach down	K
We think you quite mistake the case	C
The virtue lies not in the place	C
For though my raillery were true	A2
A cottage is Wood Park with you	A2

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