All Gentle Folks Who Owe A Grudge To Any Living Thing Open Your Ears And Stay Your T[R]Udge Whilst I In Dudgeon Sing. The Gadfly He Hath Stung Me Sore O May He Ne'er Sting You! But We Have Many A Horrid Bore He May Sting Black And Blue. Has Any Here An Old Grey Mare With Three Legs All Her Store, O Put It To Her Buttocks Bare And Straight She'll Run On Four. Has Any Here A Lawyer Suit Of 1743, Take Lawyer'S Nose And Put It To'T And You The End Will See. Is There A Man In Parliament Dum[B-] Founder'D In His Speech, O Let His Neighbour Make A Rent And Put One In His Breech. O Lowther How Much Better Thou Hadst Figur'D T'Other Day When To The Folks Thou Mad'St A Bow And Hadst No More To Say. If Lucky Gadfly Had But Ta'En His Seat And Put Thee To A Little Pain To Save Thee From A Worse. Better Than Southey It Had Been, Better Than Mr. D-------, Better Than Wordsworth Too, I Ween, Better Than Mr. V-------. Forgive Me Pray Good People All For Deviating So -- In Spirit Sure I Had A Call -- And Now I On Will Go. Has Any Here A Daughter Fair Too Fond Of Reading Novels, Too Apt To Fall In Love With Care And Charming Mister Lovels, O Put A Gadfly To That Thing She Keeps So White And Pert -- I Mean The Finger For The Ring, And It Will Breed A Wort. Has Any Here A Pious Spouse Who Seven Times A Day Scolds As King David Pray'D, To Chouse And Have Her Holy Way -- O Let A Gadfly'S Little Sting Persuade Her Sacred Tongue That Noises Are A Common Thing, But That Her Bell Has Rung. And As This Is The Summon Bo Num Of All Conquering, I Leave "Withouten Wordes Mo" The Gadfly'S Little Sting.