A PANEGYRIC on the New VERSIFICATION Address'd to _A---- P----_ Esq;
_Nauty Pauty _Jack-a-Dandy_ Stole a Piece of Sugar-Candy From the Grocer's Shoppy-shop, And away did Hoppy-hop._
All ye Poets of the Age, All ye Witlings of the Stage, Learn your Jingles to reform; Crop your Numbers, and conform: Let your little Verses flow Gently, sweetly, Row by Row: Let the Verse the Subject fit; Little Subject, Little Wit: _Namby Pamby_ is your Guide; _Albion_'s Joy, _Hibernia_'s Pride. _Namby Pamby Pilli-pis_, Rhimy pim'd on Missy-Miss; _Tartaretta Tartaree_ From the Navel to the Knee; That her Father's Gracy-Grace Might give him a Placy-Place. He no longer writes of Mammy _Andromache_ and her Lammy Hanging panging at the Breast Of a Matron most distrest. Now the Venal Poet sings Baby Clouts, and Baby Things, Baby Dolls, and Baby Houses, Little Misses, Little Spouses; Little Play-Things, Little Toys, Little Girls, and Little Boys: As an Actor does his Part, So the Nurses get by Heart _Namby Pamby_'s Little Rhimes, Little Jingle, Little Chimes, To repeat to Little Miss, Piddling Ponds of Pissy-Piss; Cacking packing like a Lady, Or Bye-bying in the Crady. _Namby Pamby_ ne'er will die While the Nurse sings _Lullabye_. _Namby Pamby_'s doubly Mild, Once a Man, and twice a Child; To his Hanging-Sleeves restor'd; Now he foots it like a Lord; Now he Pumps his little Wits; } Sh--ing Writes, and Writing Sh--s, } All by little tiny Bits. } Now methinks I hear him say, } _Boys and Girls, Come out to Play, } Moon do's shine as bright as Day._ } Now my _Namby Pamby_'s found Sitting on the _Friar's Ground_, _Picking Silver, picking Gold_, _Namby Pamby_'s never Old. _Bally-Cally_ they begin, _Namby Pamby_ still keeps-in. _Namby Pamby_ is no Clown, _London-Bridge is broken down_: Now he _courts the gay Ladee, Dancing o'er the Lady-Lee_: Now he sings of _Lick-spit Liar Burning in the Brimstone Fire; Lyar, Lyar, Lick-spit, lick, Turn about the Candle-stick_: Now he sings of _Jacky Horner_ _Sitting in the Chimney corner, Eating of a Christmas-Pie, Putting in his Thumb, _Oh, fie!_ Putting in, _Oh, fie!_ his Thumb, Pulling out, _Oh, strange!_ a Plum._ And again, how _Nancy Cock_, Nasty Girl! _besh-t her Smock_. Now he acts the _Grenadier_, Calling for _a Pot of Beer_: _Where's his Money? He's forgot; Get him gone, a Drunken Sot._ Now on _Cock-horse_ does he ride; And anon on Timber stride. _See-and-Saw and Sacch'ry down, London is a gallant Town._ Now he gathers Riches in Thicker, faster, Pin by Pin; _Pins a-piece to see his Show_; Boys and Girls flock Row by Row; From their Cloaths the Pins they take, Risque a Whipping for his sake; From their Frocks the Pins they pull, To fill _Namby_'s Cushion full. So much Wit at such an Age, Does a Genius great presage. Second Childhood gone and past, Shou'd he prove a Man at last, What must Second Manhood be, In a Child so Bright as he!