The New Foundling Hospital for Wit; Being a Collection of Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection. with Several Pieces Never Before Published Volume 1-2

The New Foundling Hospital for Wit; Being a Collection of Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection. with Several Pieces Never Before Published Volume 1-2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1786 edition. Excerpt: ... empurpl'd with spots red as lire, Suffusing it o'er the whole face: With arms set a kimbo, and masculine air, Advanc'd like the castle's defender; Tho' the sex none can vouch, as it breeches did wear, And seem'd of the Epicene gender. But a shrill female voice soon the woman declar'd, Which pierc'd like the wind in December; Assailing the ears of the Nymphs (who were scar'd) In words they have cause to remember: "How have ye the confidence, husseys," she cries, At this time of the night to alarm me? "The names you sent in are a parcel of lies; "' You are trulls that belong to the army. "The nerson you've had the assurance to name, "W nose former acquaintance you boast; "Its the worth of his ears' to acknowledge your claim, ' While I'm at the head of the roast: "Such trollops shall never come near his domain, --' So march off, and seek for new places;" Then turn'd on her heel with an air of disdain, And slapt the door full in their faces. THE THE LAWYER'S PRAYER. A FRAGMBNT. BY DR. BLACKSTONI. ORD AIN'D to tread the thorny ground, Where few, I fear, are found; Mine be the conscience void of blame; The upright heart; the spotless name; The tribute of the widow's pray'r; The righted orphan's grateful tear! To Virtue, and her friends, a friend; Still may my voice the weak defend! Ne'er may my prostituted tongue Protect th' oppressor in his wrong; Nor wrest the spirit of the laws, To sanctify the villain's cause! Let others, with unsparing hand, Scatter their poison through the land; Inflame dissention, kindle strife; And strew with ills the path of life; On such, her gifts let Fortune shower, Add wealth to wealth, and power to power; On me, may favouring Heaven bestow, That peace which good men only know.'...show more

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  • Paperback | 58 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 122g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236588231
  • 9781236588234