John Byrom

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.

Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.

As clear as a whistle.

Some say, compar'd to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

God bless the King,-I mean the faith's defender! God bless-no harm in blessing-the Pretender! But who pretender is, or who is king,- God bless us all!-that 's quite another thing.

The point is plain as a pike-staff.