too much. 62 LINES TO A COMIC AUTHOR, ON AN ABUSIVE REVIEW WHAT though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus From the rank swamps of murk Reviewland croak: So was it, neighbour, in the times before us, When Momus, throwing on his Attic cloak, Romp'd with the Graces; and each tickled Muse (That Turk, Dan Phoebus, whom bards call divine, Was married to at least, he kept-all nine) Fled, but still with reverted faces ran; Yet, somewhat the broad freedoms to excuse, They had allured the audacious Greek to use, Swore they mistook him for their own good man. The public little knows-the publisher This Momus-Aristophanes on earth Men call'd him-maugre all his wit and worth, 60 SENTIMENTAL ? 1818. THE rose that blushes like the morn, Bedecks the valleys low; And so dost thou, sweet infant corn, But on the rose there grows a thorn 61 THE ALTERNATIVE 1824. ✓ AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS 'A HEAVY wit shall hang at every lord,' So sung Dan Pope; but 'pon my word, He was a story-teller, Or else the times have altered quite, For wits, or heavy, now, or light Hang each by a bookseller. S. T. C. Quoted in News of Literature, Dec. 10, 1825. See Arch. Constable and his Literary Correspondents, 1873, iii. 482. But when the said report was found Why, then, what said the city? 68 CHOLERA CURED BEFOREHAND Or a premonition promulgated gratis for the use of the Useful Classes, specially those resident in St. Giles's, Saffron Hill, Bethnal Green, etc.; and likewise, inasmuch as the good man is merciful even to the beasts, for the benefit of the Bulls and Bears of the Stock Exchange. PAINS ventral, subventral, Think no longer mere prefaces For grins, groans, and wry faces; But off to the doctor, fast as ye can crawl! Yet far better 'twould be not to have them at all. Now to 'scape inward aches, Call'd Cholery Morpus; Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion to feed him, Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him! Ah! then my dear honies, |