 | Churchill defended, a poem |  |
Like Churchill sometimes would I drink and whore,
Sooner than anxious heap the money'd Store,
Than in December's pinching Month be told
How the poor shiver, and not feel their Cold;
Then mount the Pulpit, and turn up my Eyes,
Fitter to look at Hell than toward the Skies,
And in Expostulation grave declaim
Against the Miser's unextinguish'd Flame.
Sooner than anxious heap the money'd Store,
Than in December's pinching Month be told
How the poor shiver, and not feel their Cold;
Then mount the Pulpit, and turn up my Eyes,
Fitter to look at Hell than toward the Skies,
And in Expostulation grave declaim
Against the Miser's unextinguish'd Flame.
| Churchill defended, a poem | |