Epigram—The Hon. H. Erskine.GoodChancellor Van,(Who’s a very wise man),Would persuade poor John Bull,(Who’s a bit of a fool,)Thatpaper, thoughrags,(This is one of his brags)Is as good as pure gold.And yet we are toldHe’d entail degradationOn our brave sister nation,For merely believingTransubstantiation.You’d have reason’d much better,Dear Van, had you said,That your wig block, though wood,Was as good as your head.
Epigram—The Hon. H. Erskine.GoodChancellor Van,(Who’s a very wise man),Would persuade poor John Bull,(Who’s a bit of a fool,)Thatpaper, thoughrags,(This is one of his brags)Is as good as pure gold.And yet we are toldHe’d entail degradationOn our brave sister nation,For merely believingTransubstantiation.You’d have reason’d much better,Dear Van, had you said,That your wig block, though wood,Was as good as your head.
GoodChancellor Van,(Who’s a very wise man),Would persuade poor John Bull,(Who’s a bit of a fool,)Thatpaper, thoughrags,(This is one of his brags)Is as good as pure gold.And yet we are toldHe’d entail degradationOn our brave sister nation,For merely believingTransubstantiation.You’d have reason’d much better,Dear Van, had you said,That your wig block, though wood,Was as good as your head.
GoodChancellor Van,(Who’s a very wise man),Would persuade poor John Bull,(Who’s a bit of a fool,)Thatpaper, thoughrags,(This is one of his brags)Is as good as pure gold.And yet we are toldHe’d entail degradationOn our brave sister nation,For merely believingTransubstantiation.You’d have reason’d much better,Dear Van, had you said,That your wig block, though wood,Was as good as your head.
GoodChancellor Van,(Who’s a very wise man),Would persuade poor John Bull,(Who’s a bit of a fool,)Thatpaper, thoughrags,(This is one of his brags)Is as good as pure gold.And yet we are toldHe’d entail degradationOn our brave sister nation,For merely believingTransubstantiation.You’d have reason’d much better,Dear Van, had you said,That your wig block, though wood,Was as good as your head.
GoodChancellor Van,
(Who’s a very wise man),
Would persuade poor John Bull,
(Who’s a bit of a fool,)
Thatpaper, thoughrags,
(This is one of his brags)
Is as good as pure gold.
And yet we are told
He’d entail degradation
On our brave sister nation,
For merely believingTransubstantiation.
You’d have reason’d much better,
Dear Van, had you said,
That your wig block, though wood,
Was as good as your head.