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981. Too long the wise commons have been in debate

First Line:
Too long the wise commons have been in debate
Last Line:
And our T-s be burnt by our hearts taking fire
Author:
John Wilmot (Absolute)
DMI number:
5411

982. Tories are tools of Irish race

First Line:
Tories are tools of Irish race
Last Line:
Let shame and confusion be plagues to all those | That are such tories and rogues in grain
DMI number:
43021

983. Twelve sorts of meat my wife provides

First Line:
Twelve sorts of meat my wife provides
Last Line:
Which costs him never a groat
DMI number:
43843

984. Twere folly for ever

First Line:
Twere folly for ever
Last Line:
But tis lately found out by our prudent addressors
Author:
William Wharton (Speculation)
DMI number:
3676

985. Two accidents the weekly bills have missed

First Line:
Two accidents the weekly bills have missed
Last Line:
The Spartan virtue to the Athenian wit
DMI number:
35076

986. Two college sophs of Cambridge growth

First Line:
Two college sophs of Cambridge growth
Last Line:
Oh Celia Celia Celia sh----
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
18703

987. Two college sophs of Cambridge growth

First Line:
Two college sophs of Cambridge growth
Last Line:
Oh Celia Celia Celia sh__ts
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
32316

988. Two country louts tired of a single life

First Line:
Two country louts tired of a single life
Last Line:
We've beauty and a skillet more than he
Author:
William King (Absolute)
DMI number:
21793

989. Two heroes went we thought to fight

First Line:
Two heroes went we thought to fight
Last Line:
For crimes applause neglect for merit
DMI number:
17941

990. Two hopeful sons are sprung from -- loins

First Line:
Two hopeful sons are sprung from -- loins
Last Line:
The prattling monkey or the lump of lead
Author:
Philip Dormer Stanhope (Confident) & John Hervey (Confident)
DMI number:
17909