The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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Twitcher in evil Hour was made,
In Form another Knave of Spade,
A fleshly Incubus, not Man,
Cousin to Monster Caliban;
Thro' the grim Features of his Face
The Blackness of his Soul we trace.
Folly and Sin once play'd at Dice
For this infatuate Piece of Vice;
But throwing equal to a Hair,
It was agreed the Prize to share;
Hence, contrary to Scripture Rule,
He serves Two Masters, Knave and Fool.
—Enough of Instances—for four
Are full as valid, as fourscore.
In Form another Knave of Spade,
A fleshly Incubus, not Man,
Cousin to Monster Caliban;
Thro' the grim Features of his Face
The Blackness of his Soul we trace.
Folly and Sin once play'd at Dice
For this infatuate Piece of Vice;
But throwing equal to a Hair,
It was agreed the Prize to share;
Hence, contrary to Scripture Rule,
He serves Two Masters, Knave and Fool.
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Are full as valid, as fourscore.
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