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THE PLURALIST AND OLD SOLDIER by JOHN COLLIER (1708-1786)

First Line: A SOLDIER MAIMED AND IN THE BEGGAR'S LIST
Last Line: WITH THE ROUGH SOLDIER, TO ETERNITY.
Subject(s): PENSIONS;

A SOLDIER maimed and in the beggars' list
Did thus address a well-fed pluralist:
@3Sol@1. At Guadeloupe my leg and thigh I lost,
No pension have I, though its right I boast;
Your reverence, please some charity bestow,
Heav'n will pay double—when you're there, you know.
@3Plu@1. Heav'n pay me double! Vagrant—know that I
Ne'er give to strollers, they're so apt to lie:
Your parish and some work would you become,
So haste away—or constable's your doom.
@3Sol@1. May't please your reverence, hear my case, and then
You'll say I'm poorer than the most of men:
When Marlbro siegèd Lisle, I first drew breath,
And there my father met untimely death;
My mother followed, of a broken heart,
So I've no friend or parish, for my part.
@3Plu@1. I say, begone.
—With that, he loudly knocks,
And Timber-toe begins to smell the stocks.
Away he stumps—but, in a rood or two,
He cleared his weasand and his thoughts broke through:
@3Sol@1. This 'tis to beg of those who sometimes preach
Calm charity, and ev'ry virtue teach;
But their disguise to common sense is thin:
A pocket buttoned—hypocrite within.
Send me, kind heav'n, the well-tanned captain's face,
Who gives me twelvepence and a curse, with grace;
But let me not, in house or lane or street,
These treble-pensioned parsons ever meet;
And when I die, may I still numbered be
With the rough soldier, to eternity.



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