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A BALLAD ON QUADRILLE[1].

WRITTEN BY MR. CONGREVE.

I.

WHEN, as Corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free;
When Ay said Ay, and No said No,
Without a place or fee:
Then Satan, thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his spirit, call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.

II.

Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack,
And four fair suits he wore:
His troops they are with red and black
All blotch'd and spotted o'er:
And ev'ry house, go where you will,
Is haunted by the imp Quadrille, &c.

III.

Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court-cards they name;
And, statesmen like, calls in the king,
To help out a bad game:
But, if the parties manage ill,
The king is forced to lose Codille, &c.

  1. On the subject of this ballad, see a letter from Arbuthnot to Swift, dated Nov. 8, 1726.
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