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Poem
January 7, 1737
The Virginia Gazette
Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia
What is this article about?
A satirical mock dying speech by 'Prince Punch' addressed to his 'sons' and friends at a friendly society meeting in Jonah's Coffee-house, Canterbury. He laments his impending death and urges them to honor him with cheerful drinking, scorning his rivals.
Clipping
OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
Prince Punch's Dying Speech, calculated for a Friendly Society of worthy Gentlemen, who met on Tuesday Night at Jonah's Coffee-house in Canterbury.
Attend my Sons, and you my Friends draw near,
And on my last Remains, bestow a Tear;
Your dear dear Punch, must yield his Nect'rous Breath;
And e'er To-morrow Noon, submit to Death.
No Hopes of Pardon, no Reprieve is nigh,
My Death is sign'd ---- And must I, must I die?
It is resolv'd ---- Then rouse, your noble Souls.
And crown this Night with chearful flowing Bowls;
Let none but you, my Friends, support my Pall,
And bilk those Fops who triumph in my Fall.
Attend my Sons, and you my Friends draw near,
And on my last Remains, bestow a Tear;
Your dear dear Punch, must yield his Nect'rous Breath;
And e'er To-morrow Noon, submit to Death.
No Hopes of Pardon, no Reprieve is nigh,
My Death is sign'd ---- And must I, must I die?
It is resolv'd ---- Then rouse, your noble Souls.
And crown this Night with chearful flowing Bowls;
Let none but you, my Friends, support my Pall,
And bilk those Fops who triumph in my Fall.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
Epigram
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Prince Punch
Dying Speech
Friendly Society
Jonah Coffee House
Canterbury
Drinking Bowls
Mock Death
Poem Details
Title
Prince Punch's Dying Speech
Subject
Calculated For A Friendly Society Of Worthy Gentlemen, Who Met On Tuesday Night At Jonah's Coffee House In Canterbury
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
Attend My Sons, And You My Friends Draw Near,
Your Dear Dear Punch, Must Yield His Nect'rous Breath;
And Crown This Night With Chearful Flowing Bowls;
And Bilk Those Fops Who Triumph In My Fall.