Poem by Horace Smith

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“To this night’s masquerade,” quoth Dick, 
      “By pleasure I am beckon’d, 
And think ’twould be a pleasant trick 
      To go as Charles the Second.” 
 
Tom felt for repartee a thirst, 
      And thus to Richard said, 
“You’d better go as Charles the First, 
      For that requires no head.”

1. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight
2. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
3. The Curate to His Slippers
4. Campbell’s Funeral
5. Address to the Orange-tree at Versailles

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