The cold transparent ham is on my fork —
It hardly rains — and hark the bell! — ding-dingle —
Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work,
Mocking a Vauxhall shower! — Married and Single
Crush — rush; — Soak'd Silks with wet white Satin mingle.
Hengler! Madame! round whom all bright sparks lurk,
Calls audibly on Mr and Mrs Pringle
To study the Sublime, &c. — (vide Burke)
All Noses are upturn'd! — Whish — ish! — On high
The rocket rushes — trails — just steals in sight —
Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light —
And Darkness reigns — Then balls flare up and die —
Wheels whiz — smack crackers — serpents twist — and then
Back to the cold transparent ham again!