Have done! have done! I quit the field, As she must wear the breeches : ON THE FIVE LADIES AT SOT'S HOLE.' WITH THE DOCTOR2 AT THEIR HEAD. N. B. THE LADIES TREATED THE DOCTOR. FROM AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY. FAIR ladies, number five, Who in your merry freaks, To feast on ale and steaks; While he sits by a-grinning, Set up with greasy linen, SENT AS 1728. And neither mugs nor pots whole; Alas! I never thought A priest would please your palate; He'll put you in a ballad; An ale-house in Dublin, famous for beef-steaks.---F. 2 Doctor Thomas Sheridan.--- F. Where I shall see your faces, And we shall take you rather It fills my heart with woe, Be by a parson cheated! Had you been cunning stagers, You might yourselves be treated By captains and by majors. See how corruption grows, While mothers, daughters, aunts, Instead of powder'd beaux, From pulpits choose gallants. If we, who wear our wigs With fantail and with snake, Are bubbled thus by prigs; Z-ds! who would be a rake? .... Had I a heart to fight, I'd knock the Doctor down; Or could I read or write, Egad! I'd wear a gown. Then leave him to his birch;' I'll treat you with burgundy. THE FIVE LADIES' ANSWER TO THE BEAU, WITH THE WIG AND WINGS AT HIS HEAD. You thought to make a farce on 1 Dr. Sheridan was a schoolmaster.---F. And you would make us vassals, To silver clocks and tassels; You would, you Thing of Things! Because around your cane And We hate your empty prattle; And vow and swear 'tis true, THE BEAU'S REPLY TO THE FIVE LADIES' ANSWER. WHY, how now, dapper black! I smell your gown and cassock, As strong upon your back, As Tisdall' smells of a sock. A clergyman in the north of Ireland, who had made proposals of marriage to Stella.---F. Fine ladies never do't; I know you well enough, And eke your cloven foot. Fine ladies, when they write, Nor scold, nor keep a splutter: As soft and sweet as butter. But Satan never saw Such haggard lines as these: DR. SHERIDAN'S BALLAD ON BALLY ALL SPELLIN.' 1728. you that would refine your blood, As pure as famed Llewellyn, By waters clear, come every year Though pox or itch your skins enrich With rubies past the telling, 'Twill clear your skin before you've been A month at Ballyspellin. A famous spa in the county of Kilkenny, where the Doctor had been to drink the waters with a favourite lady. --- Anderson. |