Night with all her negro train

Well of all dogs it stands confess'd, Your English bull dogs are the best.

Ma'm, architecture you're not skill'd in, I don't approve your way of building; In this there's nothing like design, Pray learn the use of Gunter's line.

Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier—white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o’erspread, And beats …

Behind him came Health from her cottage of thatch, Where never physician had lifted the latch.

Too hard for any frog's digestion, To have his froghood call'd in question!

For the flower glorifies God and the root parries the adversary. For the flowers have their angels even the words of God's Creation.