The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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These, and a thousand Whims like these,
Contriv'd the giddy World to please,
Howe'er they miss the End design'd,
Patents or Premiums always find:
While He, substantial Friend to Men,
Whose Genius first contriv'd the Pen,
Living perhaps got nothing by't,
But Leave to make his Pen and write,
And to Oblivions's Cave his Head
'Mong barren Rubbish thrown, when dead;
No Columns raise their Heads on high,
To bear his Honours to the Sky;
No Marble wantons with his Name,
And consecrates his Worth to Fame.
Contriv'd the giddy World to please,
Howe'er they miss the End design'd,
Patents or Premiums always find:
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Whose Genius first contriv'd the Pen,
Living perhaps got nothing by't,
But Leave to make his Pen and write,
And to Oblivions's Cave his Head
'Mong barren Rubbish thrown, when dead;
No Columns raise their Heads on high,
To bear his Honours to the Sky;
No Marble wantons with his Name,
And consecrates his Worth to Fame.
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