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 "Let Europe ſubmit to be tied to the ſtake, "And Kings to be rank'd as his Slaves, "Yet he firſt muſt our land a wilderneſs make, "Ere triumphant he ride on our waves."

The Goddeſs on hearing, exulting reply'd, As ſlowly ſhe ſtole from the view, "I was but in jeſt, for I know that if try'd "Your hearts will be found to be true."





OF the ancients its ſpeaking, my ſoul you'd be after, That they never got how come you lo, Would you ſeriouſly make the good folks die with laughter To be ſure their dog tricks we don't know: To be ſure their dog tricks we don't know. With your ſmalliliow nonſenſe, and all your queer bodderns Since whiſky's a liquor divine: To be ſure the old ancients as well as the moderns, Did not love a ſly ſup of good wine; Did not love a ſly ſup of good wine.

Apicius and Æſop, as authors aſſure us, Would ſwig 'till as drunk as a beaſt, Then what do you think that rogue Epicurus, Was not he a tight hand at a feaſt Was, etc. With your ſmalliliow, etc.

Alexander the Great at his banquets who drank hard, When he no more worlds could ſubdue, Shed tears to be ſure, but 'twas tears of the tankard, To refreſh him, and pray would not you, To, etc. With your ſmalliliow? etc.

Then that t'other old felow they call'd Ariſtotle, Such a devil of a tipler was he, That one night having taken ſo much of his bottle, The Teaf ſtaggard into the ſea. The Teaf, etc. With your ſmalliliow, etc.