Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Detraction.
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Detraction.
One Drop of Poyson in my Patron's Ear,
One slight Suggestion of a senseless Fear,
Infus'd with cunning, serves to ruin me.
Disgrac'd, and banish'd from the Family,
In vain forgotten Services I boast:
My long Dependance in an Hour is lost.—
One slight Suggestion of a senseless Fear,
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Disgrac'd, and banish'd from the Family,
In vain forgotten Services I boast:
My long Dependance in an Hour is lost.—
Let him cry Blackmoor-Devil whose Skin is white;
And Bandy-Legs, who treads himself upright:
Let him reprove that's innocent:—in vain
The Gracchi of Sedition must complain.—
And Bandy-Legs, who treads himself upright:
Let him reprove that's innocent:—in vain
The Gracchi of Sedition must complain.—
I shunn'd with Caution the officious Tale:
Saw what was bare, but ne'er withdrew a Veil.
I never forg'd, to urge another's Fate,
False Facts, nor did I those I knew relate.—
Saw what was bare, but ne'er withdrew a Veil.
I never forg'd, to urge another's Fate,
False Facts, nor did I those I knew relate.—
The Man who vilifies an absent Friend,
Or hears him scandaliz'd, and don't defend:
Who, much desiring to be thought a Wit,
Will have his Jest, regardless whom it hit:
Who what he never saw proclaims for true,
And vends for Secrets what he never knew:
Who blabs whate'er is whisper'd in his Ear,
And fond of Talk, does all he knows declare:
That Man's a Wretch:—of Him besure beware.—
Or hears him scandaliz'd, and don't defend:
Who, much desiring to be thought a Wit,
Will have his Jest, regardless whom it hit:
Who what he never saw proclaims for true,
And vends for Secrets what he never knew:
Who blabs whate'er is whisper'd in his Ear,
And fond of Talk, does all he knows declare:
That Man's a Wretch:—of Him besure beware.—
If I'm bely'd, shall I turn pale for this?
False Honours please, and false Reports disgrace
And trouble, whom?—The Vicious and the Base.—
False Honours please, and false Reports disgrace
And trouble, whom?—The Vicious and the Base.—
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