 | The Poems of Ambrose Philips |  |
Believe me, Sir, your Breast, that glows with Zeal
For George's Glory and the publick Weal,
Your Breast alone feels more pathetick Heats;
Your Heart alone with stronger Raptures beats.
For George's Glory and the publick Weal,
Your Breast alone feels more pathetick Heats;
Your Heart alone with stronger Raptures beats.
| The Poems of Ambrose Philips | |