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MS-B.771.047
25 Apr 1771:321 (1/8)
ON THE LATE PEACE.
Have you not seen at country wake:
A crew of dancers merry make?
They figure in, and figure out,
Go back to back, and turn about:
They set, take hands, they cross, change sides;
Each movement a scrub minstrel guides,
Around the measur'd labyrinth trace,
'Till each regains his former place.
So certain potentates, (two couple)
Leagu'd in alliance, height quadruple:
After a maze of treaties run,
Are e'en just where they first begun:
I won't affirm who led the dance,
Yet for the rhyme suppose it F---ce,
But this I dare at least to say,
Great-Britain must the fidler pay.
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