ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Joseph Mawbey
A Lady, "On the Southwark Election" Public Advertiser (31 January 1761).
Sir Joseph Mawbey:
1761: A Lady
1768: A Lady
1772: S. B.
1772: W. H.
1773: W. H.
1774: A Boroughnian
1782: Sarah Emma Spencer
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1744: Alexander Pope
1761: Sir Joseph Mawbey
1763 ca.: William Shenstone
1768: Sir Joseph Mawbey
1770: James Beattie
1775: Rev. Robert Colvill
1778: Richard Tickell
1781: Rev. Charles Churchill
1785: Lady Sophia Burrell
1785: John Milton
1786: Samuel Johnson
1786: Dr. John Wolcot
1787: William Cowper
1790: David Humphreys
1794: Charlotte Smith
1796: Robert Burns
1796: William Hayley
1797: Elizabeth Montagu
1811: Edward Jerningham
1817: Bp. Richard Mant
1820: John Clare
1820: Rev. John Wesley
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.