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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 breackfast ware slain
     Whole Oxen for breakfast ware 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.
It's nerves were so weak and his piriris do low
It's nerves were so weak and his spirits so low
     this Lord with no oxen dos feed 'em
     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 B P. Walters obliging his neightebor to remorse
On Bp. [Bishop] Walters obliging his neighebour to remorse
Ye old sign of Blaze & put up the Golden Fleece
Ye old sign of Blaze & put up the Golden Fleece



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Inscription on Warwic Castle Gate by Garrick

When Neville the stout Earl of Warwic liv'd here

   Whole Oxen for breakfast ware slain

And his friends were incited to sport & good cheer

   and welcom'd again and again.

It's 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 neighebour 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