 | Churchill defended, a poem |  |
But whate'er Levite, e'en tho' deck'd with Lawn,
(At any Time I'd rather threat than fawn)
Not from Religion's, but Revenge's Call,
With cruel Purpose first shall plot my Fall,
Only because I now am too sincere,
In his true Character he shall appear;
Quick shall the injur'd Muse her Province claim,
And damn the Tyrant to immortal Fame.
(At any Time I'd rather threat than fawn)
Not from Religion's, but Revenge's Call,
With cruel Purpose first shall plot my Fall,
Only because I now am too sincere,
In his true Character he shall appear;
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And damn the Tyrant to immortal Fame.
| Churchill defended, a poem | |