A Wonder

A Wonder! a Wonder! a Wonder I'll shew,
You'll wonder indeed when this Wonder you know,
We are wonderful high, and as wonderful low.
Which nobody can deny.

We always are wond'ring at ev'ry thing new,
The good things we wonder at rich people do,
'Tis a Wonder indeed if such Wonders are true.

Some wonderful folks make a wonderful rout,
While some blunder in other folks blunder out,
We wonder what Blunderers can be about.

One Side says the Times are so good they are glad;
The Times, says the other side, ne'er were so bad:
No Wonder if this Side or that Side is mad.

For the Times, I some Patriot Changes propose,—
That our Taxes be less, and we wear plainer cloaths;
And that ev'ry wearer may pay what he owes.

Imprimis,—reflect on the Taxes on Wheels,
On Cards, and the Claret we waste at our meals;
These grievances each party equally feels.

To be sure we must own 'tis cursed provoking,
To see how some people their vices are cloaking,
While Virtue—but, neighbours, don't think I am jokeing.

For my Grandfather said, and his name's rever'd,
That his Father's Father had often times heard,
How Virtue, when he was a school-boy, appear'd.

She fled without leaving behind her directions,
'Twas in vain she observ'd to oppose such connexions,
As Turtle-feasts, Cuckoldoms, Cards, and Elections.

You may think me severe, but indeed you think wrong,
I promis'd a Wonder at first in my Song,
And the Wonder is—How cou'd you listen so long?
Which nobody can deny.