The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. Poetry
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Who bid pretty well—but they cheated him, though!

11.

The Devil first saw, as he thought, the Mail,

Its coachman and his coat;

So instead of a pistol he cocked his tail,

And seized him by the throat;[26]

[26]

"Aha!" quoth he, "what have we here?

'T is a new barouche, and an ancient peer!"[40]

12.

So he sat him on his box again,

And bade him have no fear,

But be true to his club, and staunch to his rein,

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His brothel and his beer;

"Next to seeing a Lord at the Council board,

I would rather see him here."

13.

Satan hired a horse and gig


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