Poor lambkins! were just doing nothing at all, VIII. A Priest, at whose elbow the Devil during prayer, His presence he would not abide. Ah! Ah! thought Old Nick, that's a very stale trick, For without the Devil, O! favourite of evil, In your carriage you would not ride. IX. Satan next saw a brainless King, Whose house was as hot as his own, Many imps in attendance were there on the wing, X. Ah, ha thought Satan, the pasture is good, My Cattle will here thrive better than others, They sup on the groans of the dying and dead, Which will make them fat as their brothers. XI. Fat as the fiends that feed on blood, Fresh and warm from the fields of Spain, When the shoots of earth are nipped in the bud, Its glory the meed of the slain. XII. Fat as the death-birds on Erin's shore, That glutted themselves in her dearest gore, And flitted round Castlereagh, When they snatched the Patriot's heart, that his grasp Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp, And fled at the dawn of day. XIII. Fat as the reptiles of the tomb, XIV. Fat as that Prince's maudlin brain, XV. For he is fat, his waistcoat gay, Scarce meets across his princely paunch, XVI. How vast his stock of calf! when plenty Could make his pantaloon seams start. XVII. The Devil, (who sometimes is called nature,) XVIII. Satan saw a lawyer, a viper slay, That crawled up the leg of his table, XIX. The wealthy yeoman, as he wanders, And on his thriving cattle ponders, Counts his sure gains, and hums a song; Thus did the Devil, thro' earth walking, Hum low a hellish song. XX. For they thrive well, whose garb of gore, And they thrive well, who from the poor, XXI. The Bishops thrive, tho' they are big, For every gown, and every wig, Hides the safe thrift of Hell within. XXII. Thus pigs were never counted clean, XXIII. Oh why is the Father of Hell in such glee, As he grins from ear to ear? Why does he doff his clothes joyfully, As he skips, and prances, and flaps his wing, XXIV. A statesman pass'd-alone to him, The Devil dare his whole shape uncover, XXV. At this known sign, a welcome sight, XXVI. Pale Loyalty, his guilt steeled brow, From Spain had Satan sought their food, 'Twas human woe and human blood! XXVII. Hark the earthquake's crash I hear, Kings turn pale, and Conquerors start, Ruffians tremble in their fear, For their Satan doth depart. XXVIII. This day fiends give to revelry, XXIX. But were the Devil's sight as keen XXX. For the sons of Reason see, That ere fate consume the Pole, The false Tyrant's cheek shall be, Bloodless as his coward soul. WHOSE is the love that gleaming through the world. Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul HARRIET! on thine:-thou wert my purer mind; |