And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, Black 's not so black,-nor white so very white.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,-perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh s…

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.