Summary

Portrait of William Hone William Hone The Queen's Matrimonial Ladder

Fat, fifty-eight, and frisky, still a beau, Grasping a half-made match; by Leech-light go; Led by a passion, prurient, blind, and letter'd, Lame, bloated, pointless, flameless, age'd and shatter'd; Creeping, like Guy Fawkes, to blow up his wife, Whom, spurn'd in youth, he dogs through after-life. Scorn'd, exiled, baffled, goaded in distress, She owes her safety to a fearless Press: With all the freedom that it makes its own, It guards, alike, the people and their throne; While fools with darkling eye-balls shun its gaze, And soaring villains scorch beneath its blaze.
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Portrait of William Hone William Hone The Queen's Matrimonial Ladder

INDIGNATION The day will soon come, when the Judge and the Ponderer,' Will judge between thee, and the charge-daring 'Wanderer;' Will say—'Thou who cast the first stone at thy wife, Art thou without sin, and is spotless thy life?' Ah! what if thy faults should 'outrival the sloe,' And thy wife's, beside thine, should look 'whiter than snow'!
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Portrait of William Hone William Hone The Queen's Matrimonial Ladder

ALTERATION. Near a million of debts gone, all gone were her charms— What! an Epicure have his own wife in his arms? She was not to his taste— what car'd he for the 'form,' 'To love and to cherish' could not mean reform: 'To love' meant, of course, nothing else but neglect 'To cherish' to leave her, and shew disrespect.
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