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“Difficile est propriè communia dicere.”-HOR. “Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more Cakes and Ale ! - Yes, by 8t. Anne, and Ginger shall be hot i' the mouth, too!"-SHAKSPEARE, Twelfth Night, or What You Will.
BOB SOUTHEY! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race, Although 't is true that you're turn'd out a 'Tory at
Last,—yours has lately been a common case,
With all the Lakers, in and out of place?
“Which pye being open'd, they began to sing.”
(This old song and new simile holds good), “A dainty dish to set before the King,"
Or Regent, who admires such kind of food;
But like a hawk encumber'd with his hood,
You, Bob! are rather insolent, you know,
At being disappointed in your wish To supersede all warblers here below,
And be the only Blackbird in the dish; And then you overstrain yourself, or so,
And tumble downward like the flying fish Gasping on deck, because you soar too high, Bob, And fall, for lack of moisture, quite a-dry, Bob!