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Gallery of Comicalities Embracing Humorous Sketches
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To fate I must resign;
Duke Humphrey calls me to the Park,
And with his Grace I'll dine.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. II.
"THE PILOT."
Thou, guardian Pilot of the night,
One favour we would ax—
Tell us, old Cock, and tell us right,
Where we can get some Max?
We need the skilful pilot's aid
Amid the billows' roar,
And pilots still I find, old Blade,
Are handy lads ashore.
Then steer us for a friendly port
And keep the wessel steady,
And you shall have a dram of short—
In brandy, rum, or Deady.
With bread and cheese I'll stow your hold;
I likes a hearty grubber;
But, shiver me, it's getting cold,
So take the helm, you lubber.
Come, Poll, my buxom wench make sail,
I'm one as never fears man,
To reach our port we cannot fail
With such an able steersman.
Then come, old Boy, there's nought to pay,
For I will be your banker;
Nor do I care how long you stay
Wherever we cast anchor.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. III.
"IS HE JEALOUS?"
"O fly with me, my lady fair—
I love and I adore you;
Henceforth the heart and fortune share
Of him who kneels before you.
"Then listen to thy lover's vows,
Nor of vain scruples tell us;
Why care a pin about your spouse—
Confound him!—is he jealous?"
"Go, get you gone, you naughty man,
Nor dare attempt my virtue;
I hide my blushes with my fan,
Yet I've no wish to hurt you."
Then, gay Lothario! persevere—
Still urge thy passion brisker;
Nor dread an interloper here,
Thou man of bushy whisker!
If, armed with poker and with pop,
Poor Spouse should be so rude now
As at this moment in to drop,
Faith! wouldn't he intrude now?
O, married dames! when lovers' sighs
Steal softly on your ear,
Shun the temptation, if you're wise—
The Devil's always near.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. IV.
"MACBETH."
"What fearful vision strikes thy sight,
What phantom haunts thy brain,
That thus thou startest with affright,
Thou sooty-visaged Thane?"
"No dagger stained with blood I view,
To fill my soul with dread;
But SPIRITS pale of RUIN BLUE
Of Deady—not the DEAD—
"To clutch thee how this breast doth throb,
Thou source of purest pleasure,
Fain would I wash my sooty gob
From yon Imperial measure!
"Soon may the cordial MAX be mine,
My sinking heart to cheer;
So my grim soul no more shall pine
On Intermediate Beer.
"And when the FLUID warms my FLUE,
Rous'd by the generous stuff,
I'm —— if I'm the Faker who
Shall first cry, 'Hold—enough!'"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. V.
"THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL."
What relish to the tea you sip,
How smoothly it goes down,
If a poor friend has made a slip,
Or suffer'd Fortune's frown.
"Well! these are shocking things I hear,
To doubt I much incline;
At any rate, you know, my dear,
It's no concern of mine.
"But if such courses folks will chose,
And many do not doubt it,
For us, you know, there's some excuse,
If we should talk about it.
"There's something more, I plainly see
Which you don't chose to utter;
Do make a confidant of me—
Do take some bread and butter."
Scandal's a most delightful theme—
A spring that ne'er will fail;