Classic Poem

Dear Mam, to your friendship I beg to commend,
O'Dwyer my kins-man, and Going my friend;
Two wights true and trusty as ever went forth,
To grace the gay banquet, or plead in a court.

One fam'd for the joke and the fly repartee,
Not Yorick himself more facetious than he;
In fancy and fun so complete is his knack,
That he'd tip a good pun if a cork did but smack;
A conserve of humour all palates to hit,
Yet a friend never blush'd by the flash of his wit.

The other deep read in mankind's wily ways,
Good humour his crest, and his motto, " to please, "
Tho' modest in manners, of merit the test,
A mine of anecdote is lodg'd in his breast;
Not Momus himself with his bumpers full flowing,
Cou'd cope with the flights of the festive Dick Going.

Then kindly regale them with claret and beef,
And, if you've occasion, a fee and a brief,