Who whisk'd from Sancho Panza's fauces The Cardinal, one hungry day, First having with his eyes consumed Some lampreys that before him fumed, Had plunged his fork into the prey, When Rabelais gravely shook his head, Tapp'd on his plate three times, and said "Pah!-hard digestion! hard digestion !" And his bile-dreading Eminence, Though sorely tempted, had the sense To send it off without a question. "Hip! hallo! bring the lampreys here!" Cried Rabelais, as the dish he snatch'd; And gobbling up the dainty cheer, Then swallow it before my sight ?” Quoth Rabelais, "It may soon be shewn I tapp'd the plate, and that, you'll own, But as to this unlucky fish, With you so strangely out of favour, But one of most delicious flavour." THE PIRATE; THE BALLAD ON WHICH THE POEM OF THE CORSAIR 18 FOUNDED. Anonymous. A PIRATE Once liv'd on an Isle, And he fed upon cabbage and water, And she lov'd him too, which was stranger, By her fondling to keep out of danger. One night with his cut-throats he sails, And set fire to his fleet and his palace : Says the Bashaw, the gudgeons are caught, And soon gave the rogues a good dusting; The men were all slain-but the Chief Being ta'en, they determined to spit him, So they plastered the wounds of this thief, Till they found out a stake that would fit him. Says he, "'Tis a bore, but the game.. For very high stakes we were playing, To see this heroic Commander, Says she, "I'm the Bashaw's chief Dame, "My husband's a jealous old dog, Should like to be wife to a Pirate; I can't take you off—I've a wife, And I'd rather be skewered through and through, Than breed such a terrible strife." Says she," then I'll do it-ne'er mind," While he follow'd softly behind, For fear that his darbies* should rattle; As merry was she as a grig, When she'd finish'd the murder so horrid, But the Pirate star'd like a stuck pig, When he saw the blood smear'd on her forehead. She endeavour'd to smirk and to smile, Fetters.-Vide Grose's Slang Dict.. Sat gruff as a bear all the while, The lady's endearments refusing! Returning, he found that his wife, So the island for ever he quitted.— THE PIG. Southey. JACOB! I do not love to see thy nose He is obstinate! We must not, Jacob, be deceived with words, Their profit and not his. He hath not learned Perhaps, hark Jacob! dost thou hear that horn? Their enemy is at hand. Again. Thou say'st The Pig is ugly. Jacob, look at him! 3 Fancy it dressed, and with saltpetre rouged! Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss, When Venus from the enamoured sea arose ;-- Jacob, thou canst but make a monster of him : All alteration man could think, would mar His Pig-perfection. The last charge,—he lives A dirty life. Here I could shelter him |