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For should I break
sweet Repose, Who knows what Money you might lose ? Since oftentimes it has been found, A Dream has giv'n ten thousand Pound. Then sleep, my Friend, dear Dean, sleep on, And all
your own ; Provided
agree, That all
lose belongs to me.
you get shall be
The DEAN's Answer.
O about twelve at Night, the Punk
Steals from the Cully when he's drunk ; Nor is contented with a Treat, Without her Privilege to cheat : Nor can I the least Diff'rence find, But that
you left no Clap behind. But Jest apart, restore, you Capon ye, My twelve * Thirteens and Six-pence Ha'penny. To eat my Meat, and drink my Medlicot, And then to give me such a deadly CutBut 'tis observ'd, that Men in Gowns Are most inclin'd to plunder Crowns. Could
but change a Crown as easy As
* An English Shilling passeth for thirteen Pence in Ireland,
I thought the * Lady at St. Cath’rines
On the LITTLE House by the CHURCH YARD
of Castleknock. HOEVER pleaseth to enquire,
Why yonder Steeple wants a Spire, The grey old Fellow, Poet I Joe, The philosophic Cause will shew.
Once on a Time, a western Blast,
For by the Laws of Gravitation, It fell into its
This * Lady Montcafbel.
+ Agmondisham Vesey, Esq: a very worthy Gentleman, for whom the Author had a great Esteem. Mr. Beamont, of Trim.
This is the little strutting Pile, You see just by the Church-yard Stile ; The Walls in tumbling gave a Knock, And thus the Steeple got a Shock; From whence the neighb’ring Farmer calls The Steeple, Knock; the Vicar, * Walls,
The Vicar once a Week creeps in, Sits with his Knees 'up to his Chin ; Here conns his Notes, and takes a Whet, 'Till the small ragged Flock is met.
A Traveller, who by did pass, Observ'd the Roof behind the Grass; On Tiptoe stood and rear'd his Snout, And saw the Parson creeping out; Was much surpriz'd to see a Crow Venture to build his Neft fo low.
A School-boy ran unto't and thought The Crib was down, the Blackbird caught, A Third, who lost his Way by Night, Was forc'd, for Safety, to alight, And stepping o'er the Fabrick Roof, His Horse had like to spoil his Hoof.
* Reverend Archdeacon Wail.
Warburton took it in his Noddle,
every one was pleas'd, that heard it : All that
make this Stir about,
The Doctor's Family came by,
The Clerk faid to her in a Heat, What, fell
my Master's Country Seat? Where he comes ev'ry Week from Town; He would not fall it for a Crown.
Poh! * A Friend of the Author's, known by the Name of STELLA.
+ Minister of Trim.
Poh! Fellow keep not such a Pother,
Says * Nancy, I can make for Miss, A finer House ten times than this; The Dean will give me Willow Sticks, And Joe my Apron full of Bricks.
The Author and his FRIENDS used to divert
themselves, for Amusement, in making RIDDLES, some of which have been printed in the second Volume of his Works, and were well received, as we hope the following will be, although we cannot tell the Authors of each.
A RID D L E.
With borrow'd Silver shine,
fee is none of mine ; First I shew
but a Quarter,
AN O THE R.
HAT will raise
* The Waiting Woman.