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When two and two were met of old, Though they ne'er meant to marry, They were in Cupid's books enroll'd, And call'd a party quarree: But now, meet when and where you will, A party quarree is Quadrille, &c.

The commoner, and knight, the peer, Men of all ranks and fame, Leave to their wives the only care, To propagate their name; And well that duty they fulfil, When the good husband's at Quadrille, &c.

When patients lie in piteous case, In comes th' apothecary; And to the doctor cries, alas! Non debes quadrillare. The patient dies without a pill, For why? the doctor's at Quadrille, &c.

Should France and Spain again grow loud, The Muscovite grow louder; Britain, to curb her neighbours proud, Would want both ball and powder; Must want both sword and gun to kill; For why? the gen'ral's at Quadrille, &c. VIII. THE