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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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THE COUNTRY GIRL; AN ODE:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE COUNTRY GIRL; AN ODE:

HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE EARL OF BATH.

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(Written and printed in July 1742.)

THE country girl that's well inclin'd
To love, when the young 'squire grows kind,
Doubts between joy and ruin;
Now will, and now will not comply,
To raptures now her pulse beats high,
And now she dreads undoing.

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But when the lover with his pray'rs,
His oaths, his sighs, his vows and tears,
Holds out the proffer'd treasure;
She quite forgets her fear and shame,
And quits her virtue, and good-name,
For profit mixt with pleasure.
So virtuous Pult'ney, who had long
By speech, by pamphlet, and by song,
Held patriotism's steerage,
Yields to ambition mixt with gain,
A treasury gets for Harry Vane,
And for himself a peerage.
Tho' with joint lives and debts before,
Harry's estate was covered o'er,

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This Irish place repairs it;
Unless thatstory should be true,
That he receives but half his due,
And the new Countess shares it.
'Tis said, besides, that t'other Harry
Pays half the fees of secretary
To Bath's ennobled doxy;
If so—good use of pow'r she makes,
The treasury of each kingdom takes,
And holds them both by proxy.
Whilst her dear Lord obeys his summons,
And leaves the noisy House of Commons,
Amongst the Lords to nod;
Where if he's better than of old,
His hands perhaps a stick may hold,
But never more a rod.

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Unheard of, let him slumber there,
As innocent as any peer,
As prompt for any job;
For now he's popular no more,
He'as lost the power he had before,
And his best friends the mob.
Their fav'rites shouldn't soar so high,
They fail him when too near the sky,
Like Icarus's wings;
And popularity is such,
As still is ruin'd by the touch
Of gracious giving kings.
Here then, O Bath! thy empire ends,
And Argyle, with his Tory friends,

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Soon better days restore;
For Enoch's fate and thine are one,
Like him translated, thou art gone
Ne'er to be heard of more.