Poems, Volume 3P. Wilson, 1764 - English poetry |
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APICIUS Bard baſe beſt bleffings brave breaſt call'd cauſe CHURCHILL reign Confcience courſe crown curfe dar'd dare diff'rent doth dull e'en eaſe ev'ry facred fafe fair falfe fame fcorn fear fecure fhall fhame fide firſt fix'd flain flaves fleep flow'rs foes Folly fome fools foul ftand ftill ftrains fuch gainſt give GOTHAM fing grace hath heart Heav'n herſelf himſelf honeft Honour Juftice juſt King land laſt leaſt lefs live Lord mighty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Nature Ne'er never o'er paffion plac'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſes hung preſent pride Profe proud purpoſe Reaſon Rejoice rhime rife ſeems Senfe ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtrong Taſte Thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe Thou thouſand thro throne truft turn'd uſe Vice Virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wiſh worfe Ye happy GOTHAMITES zeal
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Page 34 - I hear, and hate — be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Page 13 - Authority, who flumbers there In robes of Watchman's fur, gives up his chair, With midnight howl to bay th' affrighted Moon, To walk with torches thro...
Page 12 - To whip a top, to knuckle down at taw, To swing upon a gate, to ride a straw, To play at push-pin with dull brother peers, To belch out catches in a porter's ears, To reign the monarch of a midnight cell, To be the gaping chairman's oracle; Whilst, in most blessed union, rogue and whore Clap hands, huzza, and hiccup out, 'Encore;' Whilst gray Authority, who slumbers there In robes of watchman's fur, gives up his chair; With midnight howl to bay the...
Page 12 - When riotous Excess, with wasteful hand, Shakes life's frail glass, and hastes each ebbing sand, Unmindful from what stock he drew his birth, Untainted with one deed of real worth, Lothario, holding honour at no price, Folly to folly added, vice to vice, Wrought sin with greediness, and sought for shame With greater zeal than good men seek for fame.
Page 35 - Those passions which we cannot choose but feel, There's a strange something, which, without a brain, Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, Planted in man to bind him to that earth, In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.
Page 15 - Nature hop'd for from fo rich a root? Were there but two (fearch all the world around) Were there but two fuch Nobles to be found, The very name would fink into a term Of...
Page 42 - So rare occasion comes, and to so few, Proof whether his regards are feign'd, or true. The love we bear our country is a root Which never fails to bring forth golden fruit, 'Tis in the mind an everlasting spring Of glorious actions, which become a king Nor less become a subject; 'tis a debt Which bad men...
Page 45 - Heav'n in mercy to our grievous crimes Allot some milder vengeance, nor to them, And to their rage this wretched land condemn. Thou God above, on whom all states depend, Who...
Page 5 - Vot'ries too. Let All (nor shall resentment flush my cheek) Who know me well, what they know, freely speak. So Those (the greatest curse I meet below) Who know me not, may not pretend to know. Let none of Those...
Page 43 - Tell me, or think no more of a defence, Is it a proof of love by choice to run A vagrant from Your country?