The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 333, September 27, 1828 by Various
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Or what restorative apply?
A pinch be my resource; Perchance the French are not polite, And with my country wish to fight, Then I must grieve perforce; Or, if with doubt the bosom heaves. The heart for Grecian sorrows grieves, And pines to see them fail. Such critics sometimes court the muse, And I perchance the rhymes peruse, Then heaves the breast with pain. To soothe the mind in such an hour, A pinch of snuff has ample power-- One pinch--all's well again. A pinch of snuff delights again, And makes me view with great disdain, And soothes my patriot grief. Thus for the list of human woes, The pangs each mortal bosom knows, I find in snuff relief: It makes me feel less sense of sorrow, When modern bards their verses borrow, And soothes my patriot grief. Then let me sing the praise of snuff-- Give me, ye gods, I pray, enough-- Let others boast their wine; |
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