Aaron Hill

She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
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She was one of those who by fortune's boon
Are born, as they say, with a silver spoon
In her mouth, not a wooden ladle.

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
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Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.

A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
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A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
A daw's not reckoned a religious bird
Because it keeps a-cawing from a steeple.

The doctors gave her over--to an ass.

The doctors gave her over--to an ass.