IrishParodayToasts
WIlliamIrishCharlaX
XXIII
As an unperfect actor on the Irish Emerlaude Parade stage,
Who with his SHot GLass is put beside his BarStool,
Or some fierce Toast replete with too much rage comes wending,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart with his own shout;
So I, for fear of fighting, forget to say the toast reply
The perfect ceremony of love's rite is too reply to toasting,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay the answer to this toast is found,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might May the Heaven Expect YOU SIR a few moments before the Deviol knows that you are dead. .
O! let my looks be then the eloquence from this drunken Toaster
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast still trying to remember just what it was he said,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,amiss he must have said almost the same thing that eye replied :
May the Devil not ever know your namme ladd;
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd far better then mere human worth can gild it.
O! learn to read what silent love hath written in reply:
To hear with eye belongs to WilliamIrishCharlaX and this drunken toaster at the barrs fine Irishman Parade.................
