Impromptus

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Impromptus

Here lives Harry Vane,

Very good claret and fine champaign.

The Bishop of Chester,

Though wiser than Nestor

And fairer than Esther,

If you scratch him will fester.

Here lies Edmund Keene Lord Bishop of Chester,

He eat a fat goose, and could not digest her.

Here lies Mrs. Keene the she Bishop of Chester,

She had a bad face which did sadly molest her.

Now clean, now hideous, mellow now, now gruff,

She swept, she hissed, she ripened and grew rough,

At Brougham, Pendragon, Appleby and Brough.

When you rise from your dinner as light as before,

’Tis a sign you have eat just enough and no more.

There pipes the woodlark, and the song-thrush there

Scatters his loose notes in the waste of air.