English poem
Epigram on Lord G
by George Saville Carey (1743–1807)
My Lord has often said, he scorns The wretch who'd fain conceal his horns, And, from his heart, quite full of glee, He wish'd all cuckolds in the sea. A merry wag (pleas'd with the whim) Reply'd, my Lord, Pray can you swim?
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