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Ah no! the mighty names are heard no more:: Pride's thought sublime, arid Beauty's kindling
bloom, Serve but to sport one flying moment o'er, And swell with pompous Verse th' escutcheon'd
For me—may Passion ne'er my soul invade,
Oh guard me safe from Joy's enticing snare!
But oft, when midnight's sadly solemn knell
• See Shakespeare's Tempest. Thus, when the transient dream of life is fled, May some sad friend recall the former years; Then, stretch'd in silence o'er my dusty bed, Pour the warm gush of sympathetic tears!
THRALE And The DRAYMAN.
"CONSCIENCE has nought to say to Trade," Says Slander—happy to degrade.
I'll prove it otherwise, by good old ThRale, Great in the annals of good Beer; An ocean too, the Brewer's sphere,
Himself the master—the important whale.
I own that consciences are ninnies;
Indeed, so 'witching are their splendid faces!
For these arc not without their winning graces.
Now for my tale.—The Drayman Mat,
And vicw.the sea of boiling, foaming wort; When lo! (a very serious matter) His star—of most malignant nature— [for't;
Sous'd him plump in; who did not thank him
For loud the Drayman roar'd, and vainly toil'd;
Lord! what was done? Attend—you'll hear:
The Brewer scorn'd to give it a had name:
When, strange to tell, it won immortal fame.
A customer, call'd Peter Pot,
Was to be favour'd with this christian beer, Proceeds to Thrale's—proclaimsits praise: "Ne'er drank such beer in-my born days!
"A glorious, glorious brew! liked cv'ry where— "So pleas'd were folks—Sir.hundreds I can name;
"So let me" always have the very same.
"Your naime is up, Sir; you may lie abed—
"You've hit the nail at last upon the head."
"YVell.MASTERPoT,"quothMisterthrale, "I'm glad the beer had such a sale— "Depend on't, it shall be my constant plan "To make the next as near it as I can." What could be fairer? Yet, God wot, This answer pleas'd not Peter Pot.
"As near it as you can !" cried Pot— "Why not the very same ?—why not f
"Put in> the same materials, arid 'twill do.' — "Damme," quoth The Ale, enmg'd, " dost
"think "I'll make my conscience always wink,
"And boil a Dmymati ev'ry time I brew?"