QUIN's SOLILOQUY on seeing Duke Humphry at St. Alban's. 1765

A plague on Egypt's arts, I say! Embalm the dead! on senseless clay Rich wines and spices waste! Like sturgeon, or like brawn, shall I Bound in a precious pickle, lie, Which I can never taste?

Let me embalm this flesh of mine With turtle-fat, and Bourdeaux wine, And spoil th' Egyptian trade! Than Humphry's duke more happy I— Embalm'd alive, old Quin shall die A mummy ready made.