The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits |
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SHORT VERSES, IN IMITATION OF LONG VERSES:
IN AN EPISTLE TO WILLIAM PITT, ESQ.
Naughty, paughty, Jack-a-dandy.
Namby Pamby Sic parvis componere magna solebam.
Virg.
Namby Pamby Sic parvis componere magna solebam.
Virg.
SINCE one hath writ
To thee, O Pitt!
Whom none can know
If friend or foe;
Deign to smile on
Lank Lyttleton:
For tho' his lays
May squint two ways;
They're meant for praise.
To thee, O Pitt!
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If friend or foe;
Deign to smile on
Lank Lyttleton:
For tho' his lays
May squint two ways;
They're meant for praise.
Sir Bob to hang,
Thou didst harangue,
While he, in joke,
The cornet broke.
But Hal now flatter'd,
Then whipp'd, then spatter'd,
With fear full fraught,
Thy favour bought:
The patriot ends,
And ye are friends,
Like Cæsar He,
As Tully was, to Thee.
Thou didst harangue,
While he, in joke,
The cornet broke.
But Hal now flatter'd,
Then whipp'd, then spatter'd,
With fear full fraught,
Thy favour bought:
The patriot ends,
And ye are friends,
Like Cæsar He,
As Tully was, to Thee.
As when much tir'd,
In roads bemir'd,
Men see by night
A fairy-light,
Which they pursue
With eager view,
In hope to win
A friendly inn;
But by mistake,
In some foul lake
Surpris'd they're flung
Of mud or dung,
From whence the Meteor sprung;
So far'd the crew,
Who follow'd you:
In roads bemir'd,
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A fairy-light,
Which they pursue
With eager view,
In hope to win
A friendly inn;
But by mistake,
In some foul lake
Surpris'd they're flung
Of mud or dung,
From whence the Meteor sprung;
So far'd the crew,
Who follow'd you:
Or as a maid,
On back first laid,
By dire mishap
She gains a c---.
On back first laid,
By dire mishap
She gains a c---.
Such was your case
Scarce warm in place,
Defil'd all o'er,
An errant whore,
You chang'd your style,
Thou turn-coat vile.
Scarce warm in place,
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An errant whore,
You chang'd your style,
Thou turn-coat vile.
What, still refrain
From long-sought gain?
Still to entice
A higher price?
No, no, my Pitt!
Once near being bit,
Did not the band
Their king withstand;
And bring him low,
As king could go?
Tho' France did threat
The royal seat:
Tho' rebels dire
Spread sword and fire;
Careless of all
That could befall
The crown or realm,
They quit the helm:
Cabal, combine,
Revile, resign;
One, one and all,
From London Wall,
To Prim cock-crower of Whitehall.
From long-sought gain?
Still to entice
A higher price?
No, no, my Pitt!
Once near being bit,
Did not the band
Their king withstand;
And bring him low,
As king could go?
Tho' France did threat
The royal seat:
Tho' rebels dire
Spread sword and fire;
Careless of all
That could befall
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They quit the helm:
Cabal, combine,
Revile, resign;
One, one and all,
From London Wall,
To Prim cock-crower of Whitehall.
Then go my boy!
No more be coy,
Go force your way
To court for play!
Nor fear for shame
Should now reclaim;
Courtier or patriot, thou art still the same.
No more be coy,
Go force your way
To court for play!
Nor fear for shame
Should now reclaim;
Courtier or patriot, thou art still the same.
Our col'nels all
For the loud call,
By all I mean
The great fourteen;
Like thee large-soul'd,
Despising gold,
These never ran
From Preston-Pan,
Nor did they yield
Base Falkirk's field;
Far, far from both,
To fight full loth,
They will not go
To lie in snow,
Till William's blade
Hath got thy tongue for aid.
For the loud call,
By all I mean
The great fourteen;
Like thee large-soul'd,
Despising gold,
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From Preston-Pan,
Nor did they yield
Base Falkirk's field;
Far, far from both,
To fight full loth,
They will not go
To lie in snow,
Till William's blade
Hath got thy tongue for aid.
Hibernia, smile!
Thrice happy isle!
On thy blest ground,
Twelve thousand pound,
For Stanhope's found;
Three thousand clear,
For Pitt, a year;
So shalt thou thrive,
Industrious hive,
While these and more
Increase thy store.
Thrice happy land!
Reserv'd topay Britannia's patriotband.
Thrice happy isle!
On thy blest ground,
Twelve thousand pound,
For Stanhope's found;
Three thousand clear,
For Pitt, a year;
So shalt thou thrive,
Industrious hive,
While these and more
Increase thy store.
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Reserv'd topay Britannia's patriotband.
Sunk in the West,
As in the East;
For all allow
Thou art sunk now;
Yet soon, when near
The royal ear,
Thou with such things
Shall soothe our kings,
As gain'd huzzas,
Of loud applause
From Sydenham glad,
And C---w mad;
Then shall of war
The Dutch declare.
Then we the Russ
Shall meet and buss.
Then, then shall France
Fall in a trance.
Then, then shall Spain
Yield to the strain.
None from that hour,
Shall envy power
In high degree
Of Majesty,
When Pitt a minister shall be.
As in the East;
For all allow
Thou art sunk now;
Yet soon, when near
The royal ear,
Thou with such things
Shall soothe our kings,
As gain'd huzzas,
Of loud applause
From Sydenham glad,
And C---w mad;
Then shall of war
The Dutch declare.
Then we the Russ
Shall meet and buss.
Then, then shall France
Fall in a trance.
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Yield to the strain.
None from that hour,
Shall envy power
In high degree
Of Majesty,
When Pitt a minister shall be.
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