 | Churchill defended, a poem |  |
Under your Banner if I don't inlist,
Basely my Constitution I resist.
Poets and Orators, alike design'd
To tame the Roughness of the human Kind,
Bid each for others with Affection glow,
Promote their Pleasure, and relieve their Woe,
Never need Hope to prosecute their Cause,
Unless attach'd to Liberty and Laws.
Both Kinds of Genius are by Heaven inspir'd,
How can they then be tim'rous when they're fir'd?
Dwells Honour ever with the callous Knave?
No more the Muses with a crouching Slave;
Nor bless'd and Blessing will a Public be,
Unless the Current of the Soul is free.
Basely my Constitution I resist.
Poets and Orators, alike design'd
To tame the Roughness of the human Kind,
Bid each for others with Affection glow,
Promote their Pleasure, and relieve their Woe,
Never need Hope to prosecute their Cause,
Unless attach'd to Liberty and Laws.
Both Kinds of Genius are by Heaven inspir'd,
How can they then be tim'rous when they're fir'd?
Dwells Honour ever with the callous Knave?
No more the Muses with a crouching Slave;
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Unless the Current of the Soul is free.
| Churchill defended, a poem | |