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 TO LORD LIMERICK
Raro antecedentem scelestum,
Deseruit pede Pana claudo.
Deseruit pede Pana claudo.
THOUGH for this time you're not my theme,
Lord Bath! my zeal's for you the same,
As constant and as fervent;
And don't imagine I am gone,
If for a moment I step down,
To Teague your Irish Servant.
Lord Bath! my zeal's for you the same,
As constant and as fervent;
And don't imagine I am gone,
If for a moment I step down,
To Teague your Irish Servant.
My humble lyre when late I strung,
And to the new-made Statesman sung,
I didn't, I assure ye,
Intend that it should be your lot,
To be the only one forgot,
Great Foreman of the Jury.
And to the new-made Statesman sung,
I didn't, I assure ye,
Intend that it should be your lot,
To be the only one forgot,
Great Foreman of the Jury.
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I should have done it t'other day,
(For I have much plain truth to say)
Which you'll call foul aspersion;
But had no place to put you in,
So you must be as you have been,
O'er paid with a reversion.
(For I have much plain truth to say)
Which you'll call foul aspersion;
But had no place to put you in,
So you must be as you have been,
O'er paid with a reversion.
What made our Ministers or King,
Give such a creature, such a thing,
Say Clio, I desire ye;
Into the cause enquiry make,
If 'tis but for his lordship's sake,
For my Lord loves inquiry.
Give such a creature, such a thing,
Say Clio, I desire ye;
Into the cause enquiry make,
If 'tis but for his lordship's sake,
For my Lord loves inquiry.
Three different merits in this realm,
Allege their claims to hold the helm,
And rule this stubborn state;
Illustrious birth has some pretence,
Strong always is the claim of sense,
And property has weight.
Allege their claims to hold the helm,
And rule this stubborn state;
Illustrious birth has some pretence,
Strong always is the claim of sense,
And property has weight.
Not one of these in you appear,
My lord, ev'n your great name's not clear,
'Tis bad as well as good,
It takes all ranks in and all sizes,
From footmen, and from chairmen rises
Up to Scotch Royal Blood.
My lord, ev'n your great name's not clear,
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It takes all ranks in and all sizes,
From footmen, and from chairmen rises
Up to Scotch Royal Blood.
As to your parts all parties own,
(In this uniting) that you've none;
And when your lordship's prating,
Contempt in ev'ry face appears,
Ev'n th' equilibrious Speaker sneers,
At such sad low debating.
(In this uniting) that you've none;
And when your lordship's prating,
Contempt in ev'ry face appears,
Ev'n th' equilibrious Speaker sneers,
At such sad low debating.
In England (for a truth I say 't),
You've neither int'rest nor estate,
Go then most fit and willing;
To serve a court lay any Tax,
No matter if it breaks our backs,
It won't cost you one shilling.
You've neither int'rest nor estate,
Go then most fit and willing;
To serve a court lay any Tax,
No matter if it breaks our backs,
It won't cost you one shilling.
Thus, as no merit you can plead,
You've chose in a new path to tread,
And urg'd a bold pretence;
After the true old Irish way,
As juryman you ask'd for pay,
And as an Evidence.
You've chose in a new path to tread,
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After the true old Irish way,
As juryman you ask'd for pay,
And as an Evidence.
My Lord of Bath allow'd your plea,
But should have chose some other way,
And kept you still attendant;
For Harry Vane himself would own,
'Twas wickedly and weakly done,
To make you independent.
But should have chose some other way,
And kept you still attendant;
For Harry Vane himself would own,
'Twas wickedly and weakly done,
To make you independent.
One stanza more and I have done,
Heav'n long preserve Lord Palmerston,
And since for life he's in;
You must like other sinners stay,
Till death, or his, or your's shall pay,
The wages of your sin.
Heav'n long preserve Lord Palmerston,
And since for life he's in;
You must like other sinners stay,
Till death, or his, or your's shall pay,
The wages of your sin.
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