A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a that: But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

_The Cotter's Sat.u.r.day Night_.

He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship G.o.d!" he says, with solemn air.

THOMAS MOSS.

--1808.

_The Beggar_.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

GEORGE COLMAN.

1762-1836.

BROAD GRINS.

_The Maid of the Moor_.

And what's impossible can't be, And never, never comes to pa.s.s.

Three stories high, long, dull, and old, As great lord's stories often are.

_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.

But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

_The Poor Gentleman_.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.

_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

THOMAS MORTON.

1764-1836.

_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.

What will Mrs. Grundy say?

GEORGE CANNING.

1770-1827.

POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.

_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.

Story! G.o.d bless you, I have none to tell, sir!

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.

_The Loves of the Triangles_.

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