Florizel's Folly

by John Ashton

And drew up their tandems and gigs at my gate,

Full of wrath at their daring, I rav'd and I swore,

Then I let in an Eddy that slamm'd to the door:

But, alas! it avail'd not—'twas open'd again,

And the P—— rose, and welcom'd the toad eating train!

He, urbane, smil'd on all, where 'twas sin to look sad,

As God's light aids, in common, the good and the bad.

I tore off Folly's cloak, to exhibit the wrong;

How I toil'd to advise, but was stunn'd with a song:

I made signs on my plaster to rally them all,