TO LORD NELSON. BY PETER PINDAR.
With his Lordship's night-cap, that caught fire on the
Poet's head, as he was reading in bed at Merton.
Take your night-cap again, my good lord, I desire,
For I wish not to keep it a minute;
What belongs to a Nelson, where'er there is fire,
Is sure to be instantly in it.
ON THE COUNTESS OF B——, WHO WAS RUINED AT THE GAMING TABLE.
Card-table epitaph.
Clarinda reign'd the queen of hearts,
Like sparkling diamonds were her eyes;
Till by the knave of clubs' false arts,
Here bedded by a spade she lies.
ADAM AND MACADAM.
"The Macadamized streets are extremely dusty."—
Morning Paper.
Adam was made of borrow'd dust;
So says the Bible; and, 'tis plain,
Macadam, to discharge the trust,
To dust turns all the ways of men.
THE INQUEST, BY E. KNIGHT, COMEDIAN.
A hint to clever men employed on such occasions.
"Poor Peter Pike is drown'd, and neighbours say
The jury mean to sit on him to day."
"Know'st thou for what?" said Tom.—Quoth Ned, "no doubt
'Tis merely done to squeeze the water out."
BY HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF SUSSEX.
Royal Pun-Dit.