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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AN ODE,
HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE
RIGHT HONOURABLE
WILLIAM EARL OF BATH |
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AN ODE, HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM EARL OF BATH
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE COUNTRY GIRL.”
Neque enim lex justior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.
Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras
Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi:
Nec tibi somnos adimunt: amatque
Janua limen.
Quæ prius multum facilis morebat
Cardines, &c. &c.
Hor. Lib. 1, Od. xxv.
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.
Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras
Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi:
Nec tibi somnos adimunt: amatque
Janua limen.
Quæ prius multum facilis morebat
Cardines, &c. &c.
Hor. Lib. 1, Od. xxv.
GREAT Earl of Bath, your reign is o'er;
The Tories trust your word no more,
The Whigs no longer fear ye;
Your gates are seldom now unbarr'd,
No crowds of coaches fill your yard,
And scarce a soul comes near ye.
The Tories trust your word no more,
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Your gates are seldom now unbarr'd,
No crowds of coaches fill your yard,
And scarce a soul comes near ye.
Few now aspire at your good graces,
Scarce any sue to you for places,
Or come with their petition,
To tell how well they have deserv'd,
How long, how steadily they starv'd
For you in opposition.
Scarce any sue to you for places,
Or come with their petition,
To tell how well they have deserv'd,
How long, how steadily they starv'd
For you in opposition.
Expect to see that tribe no more,
Since all mankind perceive that pow'r
Is lodg'd in other hands:
Sooner to Cart'ret now they'll go,
Or e'en (though that's excessive low)
To Wilmington and Sands.
Since all mankind perceive that pow'r
Is lodg'd in other hands:
Sooner to Cart'ret now they'll go,
Or e'en (though that's excessive low)
To Wilmington and Sands.
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With your obedient wife retire,
And, sitting silent by the fire,
A sullen tête-à-tête,
Think over all you've done or said,
And curse the hour that you were made
Unprofitably great.
And, sitting silent by the fire,
A sullen tête-à-tête,
Think over all you've done or said,
And curse the hour that you were made
Unprofitably great.
With vapours there, and spleen o'ercast,
Reflect on all your actions past,
With sorrow and contrition;
And there enjoy the thoughts that rise
From disappointed avarice,
From frustrated ambition.
Reflect on all your actions past,
With sorrow and contrition;
And there enjoy the thoughts that rise
From disappointed avarice,
From frustrated ambition.
There soon you'll loudly, but in vain,
Of your deserting friends complain,
That visit you no more;
But in this country 'tis a truth,
As known as that love follows youth,
That friendship follows pow'r.
Of your deserting friends complain,
That visit you no more;
But in this country 'tis a truth,
As known as that love follows youth,
That friendship follows pow'r.
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Such is the calm of your retreat!
You through the dregs of life must sweat
Beneath this heavy load;
And I'll attend you, as I've done,
Only to help reflection on,
With now and then an ode.
You through the dregs of life must sweat
Beneath this heavy load;
And I'll attend you, as I've done,
Only to help reflection on,
With now and then an ode.
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