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 From Malta next he took his text,
 * my Lord look'd rather blue on't;

And ev'ry ſcheme the Conſul tried,
 * he has a trick worth two on't.

"Why, 'sdeath and fire! ſtop General,
 * twere beſt you ſink theſe capers,

"Of every word you ſpeak will be
 * "in all the Engliſh papers" Bow. &C.

With Belles and Beaux the drawing-room
 * one morning it was quite full,

And like a ,
 * came crowing, rather ſpiteful;

He then began to huff and bluſſ,
 * to ſhew that war his trade is;

He ſcolded all the Engliſhmen,
 * and frighten'd all the Ladies!!! &c.

"Your government I'll tame, ſays he,
 * "ſince war you are ſo fond on;

"I've got my will in Paris here,
 * "and with the ſame in London,

"I'll rule the great ! (he ſaid)
 * "I have him in the ring Sir"---

Says I'll not be rull'd by you,
 * nor any ſuch a thing, Sir! Bow, &c.

"Come bring my !"
 * " took it long ago, ſir.".

"But what d'ye think, their ſhips will ſink,
 * "and never ſtrike a blow, Sir:

"A clever man has found a plan,
 * "a plan he's-ſurely right in,

"For if we beat the
 * "it muſt not be at fighting." &c.