English poem
To The Same
by Henry Fielding (1707–1754)
GREAT sir, as on each levée day I still attend you - still you say I'm busy now, to-morrow come; To-morrow, sir, you're not at home, So says your porter, and dare I Give such a man as him the lie?
In imitation, sir, of you, I keep a mighty levée too; Where my attendants, to their sorrow, Are bid to come again to-morrow. To-morrow they return, no doubt, And then like you, sir, I'm gone out. So says my maid - but they, less civil, Give maid and master to the devil; And then with menaces depart, Which could you hear would pierce your heart.
Good sir, or make my levée fly me, Or lend your porter to deny me.
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- To Miss H—and At Bath. Written extempore in the pump-room, 1742
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- To The Same. On Her Wishing To Have A Lilliputian To Play With
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- Written Exptempore On A Halfpenny, Which a young lady gave a beggar, and the author redeemed for half-a-crown
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