Christopher Anstey

(1724-1805 / England)

Poems of Christopher Anstey

1. A Letter 10/7/2010
2. A Parody On The Laureat's Ode 10/7/2010
3. A Sonnet 10/7/2010
4. An Election Ball 10/7/2010
5. An Election Ball 10/7/2010
6. An Election Ball, 10/7/2010
7. Appendix: Containing 10/7/2010
8. Britian’s Genius; Written 10/7/2010
9. Charity; A Poetical Paraphrase 10/7/2010
10. Contentment; Or Hints To 10/7/2010
11. Deo Opt. Max. Votum. C. P. Auctore 10/7/2010
12. Envy, A Poem 10/7/2010
13. Epilogue To The Second Edition 10/7/2010
14. Epitaph On A Lady 10/7/2010
15. Epode 10/7/2010
16. From Macrobius, Saturn 10/7/2010
17. From Martial 10/7/2010
18. From wealth, from honours, and from courts remov'd 10/7/2010
19. I never 10/7/2010
20. In Promptu 10/7/2010

An Election Ball,

--And so, as I told thee before, my dear wife,
I'll go to the ball tho' it cost me my life--
--Must I be shut up, till, like poor neighbour Snarler,
I be smok'd like a joss in mine own little parlour?
No--I'd have thee to know I can walk pretty stout,
Since I've found an infallible cure for the gout,
For the doctor I've tried has, with wedges and pegs,
So stretch'd out my sinews, and hammer'd my legs,
So suppled the joint, by tormenting the tendon,

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