The Whigs Supplication; Or, the Scots Hudibras. a Mock Poem. in Two Parts

The Whigs Supplication; Or, the Scots Hudibras. a Mock Poem. in Two Parts

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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. 1796 edition. Excerpt: ...though not so big 1771 As rotten slies, to spoil a pig Of ointment; sooner, it is known, We others faults see than our own: Presoyterian, never one, Faultless, at them could cast a stone. Its certain it comes from the devil, To hide mens good, and tell their evil: -They never learned that of Paul, Or David, when he mourn'd for Saul. 1780 Thou art a coxcomb void of reason, To tell me of a Book of Seafon: Thou lcarn'd'st when thou kept sheep and hogs, With one stone for to hit two dogs: Though thou spew venom like a toad, That book is much esteem'd abroad. SQUIRE. The Squire replied; Many deem Beyond sea it is in esteem: When once it passed Pentland sirth, It rais'd among them such a mirth, 1790 That some for laughter burst their reins, And other some did split their spleens: They cherish'd it in ev'ry school, To be their Biiliotheca's fool. When serious reading health did spill, That they might read and laugh their sill, Physicians it preserib'd to men As cure approved for the spleen. At public meetings and at feasts, It was the topic of their jests. 1800 Some fay, since known, all his life To have had with the bishops strife; Since for the cov'nant none more wood, To make three nations swim in blood; Since he spar'd none whom he could reach, Who 'gainst th' engagement did not preach; Since to the cause he stuck so fast, Since bishops was restor'd at last; That in the pulpit he did grant A bishop was the devil's plant, 1810 Giving to all his hearers leave, If e'er he turn'd, to call him knave. And since, as ev'ry body fays, He chang'd in less than twenty days, Its very like, at others budding, He turn'd his coat for cake and pudding. Some fay he is a sounding brass, Which signisies a prattling ass: He brings no reason which can bind, But only...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236498461
  • 9781236498465