Liston's Dream


AS Liston lay wrapt in delicious repose,

Most harmoniously playing a tune with his nose,

In a dream there appeared the adorable Venus,

Who said, To be sure there's no likeness between us;

Yet to show a celestial to kindness so prone is,

Your looks shall soon rival the handsome Adonis.

Liston woke in a fright, and cried, Heaven preserve me!

If my face you improve, zounds! madam, you'll starve me!



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