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When Neville the stout Earl of Warwic liv'd here | When Neville the stout Earl of Warwic liv'd here | ||
Whole Oxen for | Whole Oxen for breakfast were slain | ||
And his friends were incited to sport & good cheer | And his friends were incited to sport & good cheer | ||
and welcom'd again and again. | and welcom'd again and again. | ||
His nerves were so weak and his spirits so low | |||
this Lord with no oxen | this Lord with no oxen does feed 'em | ||
And all of the former great doings we know, | And all of the former great doings we know, | ||
He gives us a book, & we read 'em | He gives us a book, & we read 'em | ||
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The Devil D_m ye all, shall be your last | The Devil D_m ye all, shall be your last | ||
On Bp. [Bishop] Walters obliging his neighbour to remorse | |||
Ye old sign of Blaze & put up the Golden Fleece | Ye old sign of Blaze & put up the Golden Fleece | ||
Latest revision as of 04:34, 15 August 2017
Inscription on Warwic Castle Gate by Garrick
When Neville the stout Earl of Warwic liv'd here
Whole Oxen for breakfast were slain
And his friends were incited to sport & good cheer
and welcom'd again and again.
His nerves were so weak and his spirits so low
this Lord with no oxen does feed 'em
And all of the former great doings we know,
He gives us a book, & we read 'em
Parody on Popes Character of Ld Cobham
And you my Cobham to your latest breath Shall plague the world, man, woman, child to death; Suck in that moment, as all in the past The Devil D_m ye all, shall be your last
On Bp. [Bishop] Walters obliging his neighbour to remorse Ye old sign of Blaze & put up the Golden Fleece
Two of a trade can n'er agree No proverb e'er was juster; There Bishop Blaze pull'd down we see To set up Bishop Bluster