RETRIBUTION IN RHYME 193 



' Spadilli and Banti hung their ears ; 



Pam snivelled and looked sad ; 

 The " Queen of Hearts " with horror gazed, 

 And all the " Knaves " went mad. 



' " He 's borrow'd," " he 's gone home," " he 's dished," 

 " He 's thrown," " his race is done," 

 "He's had," "he's smash'd," "he's tipt all Nine," 

 " He 's spilt," " he 's cut and run ! " 



' He 's wUIed Dame " Phillips " all his skin, 

 To "Liptrap" all his spirit, 

 His brains " St. Luke's," his blood to " Brooks," 

 To "Boothby" all his merit. 



' When ragged virtue 'neath a hedge 

 His dexter eye surveyed, 

 Begashed and gored by sportive fate, 

 He cheered the half-clad maid. 



' Oh ! lifeless, luckless, starless Q ! 

 C^ipid's bonne louche and dread. 

 The Nymphs 'clept Cyprian shall trim, 

 And make him decent — dead ! 



' That is if Death, or Hell, or Jove, 

 Or Tipstaff, which you will : 

 While ladies finger his remains, 

 Can the peer lie still 1 ' 



The customs — I cannot say manners — of those days, 

 no doubt, called for this and similar tributes in verse 

 and prose to those worthy or unworthy of public notice 



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