Literature & Theatre

                     ACROSTIC.

                                 Statua tasiturnius exit.
         Plerumque, et Riſu, Populum quatit.                    HOR.
         So ſtiff, ſo mute! ſome Statue you would ſwear.
         Slept from its Pedeſtal to take the Air.                    POPE.

DEAR Davy, my Dear, how comes it to paſs
A Knight Baronet's Son ſhould be made ſuch an Aſs?
V ain C—ll—n and Gr—h—m, thoſe fooliſh young Fellows;
(I wiſh in my Heart they were brought to the Gallows.)
Dear Davy, my Dear, why don't you ſpeak out ?
P ray tell me year Thoughts of this; damnable Rout ?
E ach Silly pert Lawyer with Riot and Roar
R obs U S of our Property, ME of my W------e.
P ox take 'em, I ſay, they ſhall pay for it roundly,
" E xpect the two Children, we'll belt them both ſoundly."
N ay forty poor Family's ! all in ſuch need!
D epriv 'd by theſe wicked young Fellows of Bread!
I proteſt my dear Davy, it freezes my Blood,
C old as Ice in my Ice-houſe to ſee them want Food.
U nhappy poor Wretches! for want of good Beef !
L ord help 'em! can Ice give 'em any Relief.
A fter all, my dear Davy, my N—cy ſhall know,
R ight well, to what Lengths Men of Spirit can go.

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