I'd have you to know, as sure as you're Dean, On Thursday my cask of Obrien I'll drain; If my wife be not willing, I say she's a quean; And my right to the cellar, egad, I'll maintain As bravely as any that fought at Dunblain: Go tell her it over and over again. I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; For, should it, I fear it will cool my hot brain, Entirely extinguish my poetic vein, And then I should be as stupid as Kain, Who preached on three heads though he mentioned but twain. Now Wardel's in haste and begins to complain; Your most humble servant, dear Sir, I remain, Get Helsham, Walmsley, Delany, And some Grattans if there be any; Take care you do not bid too many. |