human
Lord, what can I do?
gpt
State Poems:
human
When Jacob Hall on his high rope shows tricks, The dragon flutters, the Lord Mayor's horse kicks; The Cheapside crowds and pageants scarcely know Which most t'admire--Hall, hobby-horse, or Bow.
gpt
The wine passed too freely, the guests growing noisy, and the mayor too familiar, the king, says a correspondent of Steele's (_Spectator_, 462),