Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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Poor Fool! to look with Envy at a King!Saw'st thou how quick the Temples throb below
That jewelled Bauble glittering on his Brow,
Couldst thou but feel how many curses cling
To that false Pomp, its Brightness withering:
Or look beneath vain Semblances, and know
Within that narrow Space how much of Woe,
Guilt, Shame, and Fear, are ever ministring
Their slow, sure Poison to the restless Heart:
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To think that hollow Splendor can impart
To a poor Worm, made, like thyself, of Dust,
Such Sway, that Men, slaved by the baser Part,
Unto their Eyes, their Judgments thus entrust!
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