1740. A POEM O WRETCHED B-.., jealous now of all, Thro' Clouds of Passion P-e's views are clear, Grave, righteous S - joggs on till, past belief, He finds himself companion with a thief. To purge and let thee blood, with fire and sword, Is all the help stern S-- would afford. That those who bind and rob thee, would not kill, Good C-- hopes, and candidly sits still. Of Ch-s W -- who speaks at all, No more than of Sir Har-y or Sir PWhose names once up, they thought it was not wrong To lie in bed, but sure they lay too long. can ne can G--s, C-m - B-t, pay thee due regards, Unless the ladies bid them mind their cards, with wit that must And C---d who speaks so well and writes, Whom (saving W.) every S. harper bites, must needs Whose wit and equally provoke one, Finds thee, at best, the butt to crack his joke on, As for the rest, each winter up they run, And all are clear, that something must be done, Then urg'd by C--t, or by C--t stopt, Inflam'd by P--, and by P-- dropt; They follow rev'rently each wond'rous wight, Amaz’d that one can read, that one can write : So geese to gander prone obedience keep, Hiss if he hiss, and if he slumber, sleep. Till having done whate'er was fit or fine, Utter'd a speech, and ask'd their friends to dine Each hurries back to his paternal ground, Content but for five shillings in the pound, Yearly defeated, yearly hopes they give, And all agree, Sir Robert cannot live. Rise, rise, great W-- fated to appear, And treat with half the ......... What can thy H ............ Or those foul copies of thy face and tongue, C. that Roman in his nose alone, Can the light packhorse, or the heavy steer, The plague is on thee, Britain, and who tries Thy Nobles Sl - s, thy Se --s bought with gold, urman SW Alas! on one alone our all relies, Let him be honest, and he must be wise, Let him no trifler from his school, Nor like his ....... still a .... Be but a man! unminister'd, alone, And free at once the Senate and the Throne; Esteem the public love his best supply, A O's true glory his integrity; Rich with his .... in ... his strong, Affect no conquest, but endure no wrong. Whatever his religion or his blood, His public virtue makes his title good. Europe's just balance and our own may stand, And one man's honesty redeem the land. |