epistle fro ep to aria
fro those drear litudes and frowsy cells,
where fay with sad repentance dwells;
where turnkeys ake the jealo portal fast,
and deal fro iron hands the spare repast;
where truant &039;prentices, yet young s,
bsh at the curio stranr peepg ;
where strupets, relics of the drunken roar,
relve to drk, nay, half, to whore, no ore;
where ty thieves not dest&039;d yet to sg,
beat hep for others, riper for the strg:
fro these dire scenes y wretched les i date,
to tell aria her ep&039; fate
“as! i feel i a no actor here!”
&039;tis real hangn real surs bear!
prepare aria, for a horrid tale
will turn thy very rou to deadly pale;
will ake thy hair, tho&039; erst fro gipsy poll&039;d,
by barber woven, and by barber ld,
though isted sooth with harry&039;s nicest care,
like hoary bristles to erect and stare
the hero of the iic scene, no ore
i start halet, othello roar;
or, haughty chiefta, &039;id the d of ars
highnd bon, woo alva&039;s chars;
while sans-culottes stoop up the ounta high,
and steal fro aria&039;s pryg eye
blest highnd bon! once y proudest dress,
now prouder still, aria&039;s teples press;
i see her wave thy towerg ps afar,
and call each xb to the wordy war:
i see her face the first of irend&039;s ns,
and even out-irish his hibernian bronze;
the crafty lonel leaves the tartan&039;d les,
for other wars, where he a hero shes:
the hopeful youth, sttish senate bred,
who owns a bhby&039;s heart without the head,
es &039;id a strg of xbs, to dispy
that veni, vidi, vici, is his way:
the shrkg bard adown the alley skulks,
and dreads a etg worse than woolwich hulks:
though there, his heresies church and state
ight well award hi uir and palr&039;s fate:
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