Chapter 78
A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a that: But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
_The Cotter's Sat.u.r.day Night_.
He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us wors.h.i.+p G.o.d!" he says, with solemn air.
THOMAS MOSS.
--1808.
_The Beggar_.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
GEORGE COLMAN.
1762-1836.
BROAD GRINS.
_The Maid of the Moor_.
And what's impossible can't be, And never, never comes to pa.s.s.
Three stories high, long, dull, and old, As great lord's stories often are.
_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.
But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
_The Poor Gentleman_.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.
_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.
On their own merits modest men are dumb.
THOMAS MORTON.
1764-1836.
_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.
What will Mrs. Grundy say?
GEORGE CANNING.
1770-1827.
POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.
Story! G.o.d bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.
_The Loves of the Triangles_.
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