Horace Smith and James Smith

Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!

Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!

I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes read more

I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.

Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment hence!
- Horace Smith and James Smith,

Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment hence!
- Horace Smith and James Smith,

Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.

Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.

The three black graces, Law, Physic, and Divinity.

The three black graces, Law, Physic, and Divinity.