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JOHN BULL for pastime took a prance,
John to the Palais Royal come,
Its splendour almost struck him dumb. "I say, whose house is that there here?" "House? Je vous n'entends pas, monsieur.” "What, Nongtongpaw again!" cries John; "This fellow is some mighty Don;
No doubt he's plenty for the maw.
John saw Versailles from Marle's height,
66 'Whose fine estate is that there here?"
On everything he lays his claw.
Next tripping came a courtly fair. John cried, enchanted with her air, "What lovely wench is that there here?" "Ventch! Je vous n'entends pas, monsieur." "What! he again? Upon my life,
A palace, lands, and then a wife,
Sir Joshua might delight to draw!
"But hold! whose funeral's that?" cries John.
I'd with him breakfast, dine, and sup,
The Three Warnings
THE tree of deepest root is found
That love of life increased with years So much, that in our latter stages, When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages, The greatest love of life appears. This great affection to believe, Which all confess, but few perceive,
If old assertions can't prevail,
When sports went round, and all were gay,
And looking grave-" You must," says he,
Quit your sweet bride, and come with me." "With you! and quit my Susan's side? With you!" the hapless husband cried. "Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go; This is my wedding-day, you know." What more he urged I have not heard.
His reasons could not well be stronger;
His hour-glass trembled while he spoke:
Of cruelty upon my name,
And grant a kind reprieve,
In hopes you'll have no more to say,
Well pleased the world will leave."
What next the hero of our tale befell,
And smoked his pipe, and stroked his horse,
He chaffered, then he bought and sold,
Nor once perceived his growing old,
Nor thought of Death as near.
He passed his hours in peace.
But while he viewed his wealth increase,
Brought on his eightieth year.
The unwelcome messenger of Fate
Half-killed with anger and surprise,
'Tis six-and-thirty years at least,
And you are now fourscore."
So much the worse," the clown rejoined;
Besides, you promised me three warnings,
But for that loss of time and ease I can recover damages."
"I know," cries Death, "that at the best
I seldom am a welcome guest;
But don't be captious, friend, at least;