The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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Nature the Outline drew, and Pitt
Fill'd it with Eloquence and Wit,
Sir Arius chose another Whim,
And into ev'ry Joint and Limb
He stuff'd Iniquity for Marrow,
Like Offals in a Butcher's Barrow;
With Wit sufficient to blaspheme,
Whene'er Religion is the Theme,
With Learning, like another Rake,
A classic Scavenger to make.
Volpone was of another Mold,
Tasted, saw, smelt, and felt, but Gold.
Let France, or Spain, no matter which,
Fair England buy, so he grows rich;
Tho' Riches serve him but to buy
The golden Chains of Slavery,
Yet he, tame Wretch, wou'd rather be
Rich and a Slave, than poor and free.
Fill'd it with Eloquence and Wit,
Sir Arius chose another Whim,
And into ev'ry Joint and Limb
He stuff'd Iniquity for Marrow,
Like Offals in a Butcher's Barrow;
With Wit sufficient to blaspheme,
Whene'er Religion is the Theme,
With Learning, like another Rake,
A classic Scavenger to make.
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Tasted, saw, smelt, and felt, but Gold.
Let France, or Spain, no matter which,
Fair England buy, so he grows rich;
Tho' Riches serve him but to buy
The golden Chains of Slavery,
Yet he, tame Wretch, wou'd rather be
Rich and a Slave, than poor and free.
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