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Assist me all, ye Muses nyne!
With a beer glass of fourtie nyne;
For it is better, ten to one,
Then water of the Hellicon,
To warm the braine, and clear the witt, 5
And make a satyr dance and skip.
Assist! till I sing what did pass
Att the last meeting of the Ass—
Semblie, begun with frost and snow,
And just dissolved with the thow: 10
When expectation swelled big,
Both of the Torie and the Whig,
When each, his party to advance,
Did tell quite diff'rent news from France,
Tho' both told nothing but damn'd lies, 15
Of speaking cats, and prophesies;
Each strove the other to pull down.
And cloak did graple with the gown;