171. To Thomas Poole MS. British Museum. Pub. Poems, ii. 978. This invitation is scribbled on the back of a Prospectus of Coleridge's course of six lectures on the English Rebellion and the French Revolution, to begin on 28 June 1795. [Endorsed Jany 〈17〉97.] To T. Poole Plucking flowers from the Galáxy On the pinions of Abstraction I did quite forget to ax 'e Whether you have an objaction With us to swill 'e and to swell 'e And make a pig stie of your belly. A lovely limb most dainty Of a ci-de vant Mud-raker, I makes bold to acquaint 'e We've trusted to the Baker: 1 And underneath it Satis Of that subtérrene Apple By the Erudite 'clep'd, taties, With which if you'd wish to grapple; As sure as I am a sloven The clock will not strike twice one, When the said Dish will be out of the Oven, And the Dinner will be a nice one. P.S. Besides, we've got some cabbage -- You Jew-dog, if you linger May the Itch in pomp of Scabbage Pop out between each finger.