ADDITIONAL STANZAS.

I. At the play among loungers and doxies you’re cramm’d, To hear wretched stuff that has just not been damn’d; Take cold with your back ’gainst an open door box, Get a crick in the neck, and a c⸺ full of p—x! II. Sublime your sensations, arise, when you hear The codless Italian, with pipe shrill and clear; But we in the country, whom cocknies call clods, All glory in raising our pipes with our—c⸺ds. III. At night, half seas over, returning from club, You run foul of a nightman, and his nose-gay tub; And a jordan perhaps, on your noddle may split, So before you get home, you’re bepiss’d or be-s—t! IV. In the country to see us would do your hearts good, Such pieces we push at, of pure flesh and blood; Take a flyer in town, ’tis a hot butter’d bun, And you’re certain to pay thro’ your nose for the fun. V. At the playhouse or opera when you approach, How sweet to be stuck in a stinking hack-coach; And when you alight, still your patience to try, A strange hand’s in your pocket, a link’s in your eye.