The Works of Soame Jenyns ... In Four Volumes. Including Several Pieces Never Before Published. To Which are Prefixed, Short Sketches of the History of the Author's Family, and also of his Life; By Charles Nalson Cole |
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HORACE, BOOK II. Ode XVI. IMITATED. |
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HORACE, BOOK II. Ode XVI. IMITATED.
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To the Hon. PHILIP YORKE, Esq. SOON AFTER THE GENERAL ELECTION IN 1747.
For quiet, Yorke, the sailor cries,
When gathering storms obscure the skies,
The stars no more appearing;
The candidate for quiet prays,
Sick of the bumpers and huzzas
Of blest electioneering.
When gathering storms obscure the skies,
The stars no more appearing;
The candidate for quiet prays,
Sick of the bumpers and huzzas
Of blest electioneering.
Who thinks, that from the Speaker's chair
The Serjeant's mace can keep off care,
Is wond'rously mistaken:
Alas! he is not half so blest
As those, who've liberty, and rest,
And dine on beans and bacon.
The Serjeant's mace can keep off care,
Is wond'rously mistaken:
Alas! he is not half so blest
As those, who've liberty, and rest,
And dine on beans and bacon.
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Why should we then to London run,
And quit our chearful country sun
For business, dirt, and smoke?
Can we, by changing place and air,
Ourselves get rid of, or our care?
In troth 'tis all a joke.
And quit our chearful country sun
For business, dirt, and smoke?
Can we, by changing place and air,
Ourselves get rid of, or our care?
In troth 'tis all a joke.
Care climbs proud ships of mightiest force,
And mounts behind the General's horse,
Outstrips hussars and pandours;
Far swifter than the bounding hind,
Swifter than clouds before the wind,
Or Cope before th' Highlanders.
And mounts behind the General's horse,
Outstrips hussars and pandours;
Far swifter than the bounding hind,
Swifter than clouds before the wind,
Or Cope before th' Highlanders.
A man, when once he's safely chose,
Should laugh at all his threatening foes,
Nor think of future evil:
Each good has its attendant ill;
A seat is no bad thing, but still
Elections are the devil.
Should laugh at all his threatening foes,
Nor think of future evil:
Each good has its attendant ill;
A seat is no bad thing, but still
Elections are the devil.
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Its gifts, with hand impartial, Heav'n
Divides: to Orford it was giv'n
To die in full-blown glory;
To Bath indeed a longer date,
But then with unrelenting hate
Pursu'd by Whig and Tory.
Divides: to Orford it was giv'n
To die in full-blown glory;
To Bath indeed a longer date,
But then with unrelenting hate
Pursu'd by Whig and Tory.
The gods to you with bounteous hand
Have granted seats, and parks, and land;
Brocades and silks you wear;
With claret and ragouts you treat,
Six neighing steeds with nimble feet
Whirl on your gilded car.
Have granted seats, and parks, and land;
Brocades and silks you wear;
With claret and ragouts you treat,
Six neighing steeds with nimble feet
Whirl on your gilded car.
To me they've giv'n a small retreat,
Good port and mutton, best of meat,
With broad-cloth on my shoulders,
A soul that scorns a dirty job,
Loves a good rhyme, and hates a mob,
I mean who a'n't freeholders.
Good port and mutton, best of meat,
With broad-cloth on my shoulders,
A soul that scorns a dirty job,
Loves a good rhyme, and hates a mob,
I mean who a'n't freeholders.
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