The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Press the grape, and let it pour
Around the board its purple shower;
And while the drops my goblet steep,
I'll think--in WOE the clusters weep.
Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine!
Heaven grant no tears but tears of wine.
Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow,
I'll taste the LUXURY OF WOE!
SPECULATION.
Of all speculations the market holds forth,
The best that I know for a lover of pelf,
Is to buy --- up at the price he is worth,
And then sell him at that which he sets on himself.
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT.
REV. SAMUEL WESLEY.
While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive,
No generous patron would a dinner give.
See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust,
Presented with a monumental bust.
The poet's fate is here in emblem shown--
He ask'd for BREAD, and he received a STONE.
ON THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE WHIG ASSOCIATES OP THE PRINCE
REGENT, AT
NOT OBTAINING OFFICE.
CHARLES LAMB.
Ye politicians, tell me, pray,