["CHEAP REPOSITORY.", "THE\nHORSE\nRACE;", "OR, THE\nPLEASURES\nOf the Courfe.", "THE Horfe run, the Chaifes fly,\nWhat noife in every place!\nPray come, my friend, and let us fee,\nThe pleafures of a Race.\nWhat numbers now are trudging on!\nObferve how quick their pace!\nOn foot, on Horfe, in Chaife and Coach,\nAll haftening to the Race.\nRemark how many Huts and Booths,\nIn every part we trace;\nFor felling brandy, beer and gin,\nTo thofe who fee the Race.\nWhat numbers fpend their money here,\nAnd health and foul unbrace;\nAnd rob their families of bread,\nTo fpend it at the Race.\nThat Gentleman, fo richly drefs'd,\nWhofe well fed horfe now neighs;\nHis fortune fpend to train and fit,\nHis nags to win the Race.\nThofe Farmers Wives and Daughters gay,\nWho canter, trot and pace;\nHave rais'd their butter, eggs and cheeſe,\nTo drefs, and fee the Race.\nThat poor old Wretch, who sprawling lies,\nAnd makes fuch odd grimace;\nShe in a Barrow carries fruit,\nTo revel, fair, and Race.\nBut by ill luck, a one horfe Chair,\nWhich went a fwinging pace;\nThis poor old Woman overtook,\nAs she went to the Race.\nThe Driver faw ſhe tried in vain,\nHer Barrow to replace;\nSo her and Barrow overſet,\nAnd preſs'd towards the Race.\nNow Apples, Nuts, and Pears lay ſtrew'd,\nA feramble then took place,\nBetween the idle girls and boys,\nWho came to fee the Race.\nThat boy, who runs along fo faſt,\nHis Maſter diſobeys;\nAll work and duty-quite forgot,\nSo he can fee the Race.\nThat Mother who ſhou'd be at home,\nHer idle turn betrays;\nWith two young infants in her Arms,\nShe goes to fee the Race.", "The people now to yonder flands,\nAll flock to get a place;\nAnd all impatient are to fee,\nThis long-expected Race.\nThe horſe ſtart, the ſport begins,\nAnd all with rapture gaze;\nThe jockeys in their party drefs,\nWith joy begin the Race.\nEach panting horſe with labour ſtrives,\nThe others to outpace;\nThe knowing-ones begin to bett,\nAnd wager on the Race.\nBut how it rains! how black the clouds!\nThe heavens flower down apace;\nAll run and ſcamper, wet to ſkin,\nWho came to fee the Race. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .