He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Retaliation. Line 145.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.[400:1]
Postscript.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word
From those who spoke her praise.
Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.[400:2]
The king himself has followed her