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_ ODE to JURYMEN, by Peter Pinpar. 
S™; it may happen, by the grace of God, 
J That, Great Peter, one day come before ye, 
‘Lo answer to the man of wig, for ode, 
Full of sublimity, and pleasant story. 
Yes, it may so fall out that lofty men, 
Dundas, and Richmond, Hawksb’ry, Portland, Pitt, 
May wish to cut the nib of Peter’s pen, 
And, cruel, draw the holders of his wit ; 
Nay, Dame Injustice in their cause engage, 
To clap the gentle poet ina cage ; 
And should a grimly judge for death harangue, 
Don’t let the poet of the people hang. 
What are mycrimes? A poor tame cur am I 
Though some will swear I’ve snapp’d them by the heels; 
A puppy’s pinch, that’s all, I don’t deny ; 
But Lord ! how sensibly a great man feels! 
A harmless joke, at times, on kings and queens ; 
A little joke on lofty earls and lords ; 
Smiles at the splendid homage ef court scenes, 
The modes, the manners, sentiments, and words : 
A joke on Marg’ret Nicholson’s mad knights ; 
A joke upon the shave of cooks at court, 
Charms the fair muse, and eke the world delights ; 
A pretty piece of inoffensive sport. 
Lo, in a little inoffensive smile, 
There lurks no lever to o’erturn the state, 
And king, and parliament! intention vile ! 
And hurl the queen of nations to her fate. 
No gunpowder my modest garrets hold, 
Dark-lanterns, blunderbusses, masks, and matches ; 
Few words my simple furniture unfold ; 
A bed, a stool, a rusty coat in patches. 
Carpets, nor chandeliers so bright are mine ; 
Nor mirrors, ogling vanity to please ; 
Spaniels, nor lap-dogs, with their furs so fine; 
Alas! my little live-stock are—my fleas ! 
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