A POEM. 97 



Who for a hundred will not now refuse 



To pull a trigger 'gainst whoe'er may choose 



To run the risk their mopusses to lose.* 



Your dinner done, a caution here I'll hint,- 



Let not your hospitable host by dint 



Of frequent pressing, make you take more wine 



Than you're accustom'd to at other time ; 



But let him joke, and swear he's seen you take 



More than your two allowances would make 



Perhaps ; but as you shoot to-morrow, and 



To bring them down requires a steady hand, 



Use self-denial, and you then preserve 



That without which you'll never hit, your nerve. 



Keep within moderation, rather than 



Without her limits, 'tis the wisest plan 



E'er to pursue, for reputation's sake, 



If for no other ; this plain rule ne'er break. 



* Mr. Bloodworth, of Red House celebrity, a first-rate 

 Game as well as Pigeon Shot. 



