Broad Grins / Comprising, With New Additional Tales in Verse, Those / Formerly Publish'd Under the Title "My Night-Gown and / Slippers."

by George Colman

Cried every thing, quite clear, except the hour.

“Another pot,” says Tom, “and then,

A Song;—and so good night, good Gentlemen!

“I’ve Lyricks, such as Bons Vivants indite,

In which your bibbers of Champagne delight,—

The Poetaster, bawling them in clubs,

Obtains a miserably noted name;

And every noisy Bacchanalian dubs

The Singing-Writer with a bastard Fame.”