1761 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Sir Joseph Mawbey

A Lady, "On the Southwark Election" Public Advertiser (31 January 1761).



Of all the Men in our Town,
The Grave, the Gay, the Fair, the Brown,
That court and canvas up and down,
There's none like Joseph Mawbey.
His easy Air, his Person neat,
He bows, he smiles, he looks so sweet,
His Conversation is compleat,
And worthy Joseph Mawbey.

He'll win your Hearts by sweet Surprise,
With Joy and Pleasure in his Eyes;
To give Delight he always tries;
Then vote for Joseph Mawbey.
His Friends are true, and justly say,
That if he meets with no foul Play,
A Bet of Fifty Pounds they'll lay,
All vote for Joseph Mawbey.

Let * . . . or * . . . . . . take the Run,
All Party Tricks I hate and shun,
And yet shou'd think it charming Fun
To vote for none but Mawbey.
He thinks it very foolish Stuff,
To swear, and strut, and bounce, and puff;
Yet vows They shall have Treats enough,
Who vote for Joseph Mawbey.

His Heart is good, his Genius bright,
No Scandal on his Name can light;
He begs your Company To-night,
To sup with Joseph Mawbey.
All Hands aloft, fill up each Glass,
What most we wish, shall come to pass;
Who plays him false shall be an Ass.
So here's to Joseph Mawbey.