 | Original poems on several subjects |  |
C---'S CURE.
Written in the year 1764.
See C--- crawl the viper of the times,And dart his poison through ten thousand rhymes;
Foaming with more than canine fury swell,
And grin in numbers like a fiend from hell.
The more enlighten'd and improv'd the age,
The more our envy-tortur'd bard will rage.
But let the blackest guilt our times deform,
Then will the mighty C--- cease to storm;
With real vices be our isles o'ergrown,
Then will his spleen abate, and then alone.
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Than thus disgrac'd our nation and accurst;
In vortices of rhyming madness tost,
Rather than silent at Britannia's cost.
| Original poems on several subjects | |