English poem
NUMBER X. On PETER PINDAR
by Charles Prentiss (1774–1820)
Hero of humorous satire, mighty Wit— Thy character behold me hit. Say, art thou not a laughing CROCODILE? For, tho galled kings and nobles call the vile, Unfelt on thy thick shell their arrows fall; While thy vast jaws of satire can devour them all.
More by Charles Prentiss
- NUMBER IV. On a certain writer, who was fond of maggotty Cheese, who frequently observed that nothing was lost
- NUMBER IX. On CHESTERFIELD
- NUMBER V. On MILTON and POPE
- NUMBER VI. On LIFE and DEATH
- NUMBER XII. ON THE QUESTION—WHAT IS BEAUTY. [The thoughts from Voltaire.]
- NUMBER XIII. On RUM DRINKING
- NUMBER XIV. On SHAKESPEARE
- NUMBER XIX. A certain Lawyer observed that calf skin properly shaved would make good paper