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A WICKED OLD PEEE.
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worse he ne'er knew; How-e-ver, the bish-op went first.
Affronted in hell, and what I cannot tell.
He sat musing, ne'er open'd his mouth.
Until the bright marquis, who now in the dark is,
As usual, began with an oath.
" Damn you, Old Nick, we'll show you a trick !
" We monarchy always have hated :
" We both will disown your right to the crown,
" And swear that you have abdicated."
" Right, Marquis of Wharton, 'tis what I just thought on ;
" His title neither you nor I know ;
'■'• It would be a fine thing if he's made a king ;
" I'm sure it's notj^re divino"
But straightway the devil, grown wondrous civil,
At the saying of each hopeful imp,
Cried, " Hold up your faces, you both shall have places ;
" Sarum's porter, and Wharton's my pimp."
Then they bow'd, and went on, and whisper'd the throng,
'* Now we're in, of the same we'll make use ;
'"■ We'll maul the old whelp, if you'll lend us your help :
** Who knows but all hell may break loose ?"