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Hans Carvel impotent and old	A
Married a lass of London mould	A
Handsome Enough extremely gay	B
Loved music company and play	B
High flights she had and wit at will	C
And so her tongue lay seldom still	C
For in all visits who but she	D
To argue or to repartee	D
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She made it plain that human passion	E
Was order'd by predestination	E
That if weak women went astray	B
Their stars were more in fault than they	B
Whole tragedies she had by heart	F
Enter'd into Roxana's part	F
To triumph in her rival's blood	G
The action certainly was good	H
How like a vine young Ammon curl'd	I
Oh that dear conqueror of the world	I
She pity'd Betterton in age	J
That ridiculed the godlike rage	J
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She first of all the town was told	A
Where newest India things were sold	A
So in a morning without bodice	K
Slipt sometimes out to Mrs Thody's	K
To cheapen tea to buy a screen	L
What else could so much virtue mean	L
For to prevent the least reproach	M
Betty went with her in the coach	M
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But when no very great affair	N
Excited her peculiar care	N
She without fail was waked at ten	O
Drank chocolate then slept again	O
At twelve she rose with much ado	P
Her clothes were huddled on by two	P
Then does my lady dine at home	Q
Yes sure but is the colonel come	R
Next how to spend the afternoon	S
And not come home again too soon	S
The change the city or the play	B
As each was proper for the day	B
A turn in summer to Hyde park	T
When it grew tolerably dark	T
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Wife's pleasure causes husband's pain	U
Strange fancies come in Hans's brain	U
He thought of what he did not name	V
And would reform but durst not name	V
At first he therefore preach'd his wife	W
The comforts of a pious life	W
Told her how transient beauty was	K
That all must die and flesh was grass	K
He bought her sermons psalms and graces	K
And doubled down the useful places	K
But still the weight of worldly care	N
Allow'd her little time for prayer	N
And Cleopatra was read o'er	X
While Scot and Wake and twenty more	Y
That teach one to deny one's self	Z
Stood unmolested on the shelf	Z
An untouch'd bible graced her toilette	B
No fear that thumb of hers should spoil it	B
In short the trade was still the same	V
The dame went out the colonel came	V
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What's to be done poor Carvel cried	B
Another battery must be tried	B
What if to spells I had recourse	K
'Tis but to hinder something worse	K
The end must justify the means	K
He only sins who ill intends	K
Since therefore 'tis to combat evil	A2
'Tis lawful to employ the devil	A2
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Forthwith the devil did appear	B2
For name him and he's always near	B2
Not in the shape in which he plies	K
At miss's elbow when she lies	K
Or stands before the nursery doors	K
To take the naughty boy that roars	K
But without tail or eye or claw	C2
Like a grave barrister at law	C2
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Hans Carvel lay aside your grief	D2
The devil says I bring relief	D2
Relief says Hans pray let me crave	E2
Your name Sir Satan Sir your slave	E2
I did not look upon your feet	B
You'll pardon me Ay now I see't	B
And pray Sir when came you from hell	F2
Our friends there did you leave them well	F2
All well but pr'ythee honest Hans	K
Says Satan leave your complaisance	K
The truth is this I cannot stay	B
Flaring in sunshine all the day	B
For entre nous we hellish sprites	K
Love more the fresco of the nights	K
And oftener our receipts convey	B
In dreams than any other way	B
I tell you therefore as a friend	B
Ere morning dawns your fears shall end	B
Go then this evening Master Carvel	F2
Lay down your fowls and broach your barrel	A2
Let friends and wine dissolve your care	N
Whilst I the great receipt prepare	N
To night I'll bring it by my faith	G2
Believe for once what Satan saith	G2
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Away went Hans glad not a little	A2
Obey'd the devil to a tittle	A2
Invited friends some half a dozen	E
The colonel and my lady's cousin	E
The meat was served the bowls were crown'd	B
Catches were sung and healths went round	B
Barbadoes' waters for the close	K
Till Hans had fairly got his dose	K
The colonel toasted to the best	B
The dame moved off to be undress'd	B
The chimes went twelve the guests withdrew	P
But when or how Hans hardly knew	P
Some modern anecdotes aver	X
He nodded in his elbow chair	N
From thence was carried off to bed	B
John held his heels and Nan his head	B
My lady was disturb'd new sorrow	H2
Which Hans must answer for to morrow	H2
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In bed then view this happy pair	N
And think how Hymen triumph'd there	N
Hans fast asleep as soon as laid	B
The duty of the night unpaid	B
The waking dame with thoughts oppress'd	B
That made her hate both him and rest	B
By such a husband such a wife	W
'Twas Acme's and Septimius' life	W
The lady sigh'd the lover snored	B
The punctual devil kept his word	B
Appear'd to Honest Hans again	O
But not at all by Madam seen	L
Fit for the finger of a king	I2
Dear Hans said he this jewel take	J2
And wear it long for Satan's sake	J2
'Twill do your business to a hair	N
For long as you this ring shall wear	N
As sure as I look over Lincoln	E
That ne'er shall happen which you think on	K2
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Hans took the ring with joy extreme	L2
All this was only in a dream	L2
And thrusting it beyond his joint	B
'Tis done he cried I've gain'd my point	B
What point said she you ugly beast	B
You neither give me joy nor rest	B
'Tis done What's done you drunken bear	N
You've thrust your finger G d knows where	N

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