The Virginia Gazette

PETS CORNER.

AD INFINITUM.

Tune, Which Nobody can deny.

[From Songs, comic and satirical, by GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS,
just published.]

SINCE Life's but a Jest, let us follow this Rule,
There's Nothing so pleasant as playing the Fool;
In Town we may practise, as well as at School,
Which Nobody can deny.
The World turns about, the same Things o'er and o'er;
We fool it; our Forefathers fool'd it before;
They did what we do, which our Sons will encore.
Life's but a Half Holiday, lent us to stare;
We wander, and wonder, in Vanity's Fair ;
All, Baby like, bawling for each Bauble there.
If Denial should follow a Lover's Request,
Like a Tooth-cutting Child, he's a troublesome Guest
Till the Chit by his Deary is hush'd to her Breast.
When Discontents dare against Court Service riot,
The Minister, Nurse like, prepares proper Diet;
They've Pensions for Pap, then the Urchins are quiet.
We, Children like, covet the Glitter of gay Things,
Make Racket for Ribands, and such Sort of Playthings;
Which we cannot have though without we can say Things
But before we can say, we should see how Things go,
If the Market is high, or Majority low,
Then, just at the selling Price, give yes or no.
We take, or are all in our Turns taken in;
The World, to be sure, 'tis a Shame and a Sin,
Might soon be much better, but who will begin?
Each Age has its Folly, ours is Dissipation,
Enfeebling---but why all this dull Declamation?
If weaken'd, we'll drink to the Strength of the Nation.
Allowing Things wrong, Sir, which Way shall we right them!
'Tis Taste to hear good Things, 'tis tasty to slight them;
It was, is, and will be so, ad infinitum.
Which Nobody can deny.