And ’mongst smack and smooth eunuchs my days will I end;
Poor P⸺ took the hint, and did woefully weep,
Till his flesh cap flipp’d o’er him, then he fell asleep.
The Flats and the Sharps of the Nation.
Of Handel’s fam’d Commemoration,
And what was let loose there, I sing,
When the Flats and the Sharps of our nation
Assembled along with their King.
Madam Mara (now mark what will follow)