Poem by Christopher Anstey

In Promptu

You say, my Friend, that every day
Your company forsaking,
In quest of news I haste away,
The Morning Post to take in:

But if nor news nor sense it boast,
Which all the world agree in,
I don't take in the Morning Post,
The Morning Post takes me in.

1. With Every Plague That Can Conspire
2. On the Execution of Mr. Coyghley for High Treason
3. From Wealth, from Honours, and from Courts Remov'd
4. To the Citizens of France
5. Lines Inscribed to the Memory of Dr. Samuel Johnson

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