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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TO THE EARL OF BATH,
OCCASIONED BY A LATE PAMPHLET, INTITULED “FACTION DETECTED.”
YOUR sheets I've perus'd,
Where the Whigs you've abus'd,
And on Tories have falsely reflected;
But, my Lord, I'm afraid,
From all that's there said,
'Tis you, and not they, are detected.
Where the Whigs you've abus'd,
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But, my Lord, I'm afraid,
From all that's there said,
'Tis you, and not they, are detected.
Both parties, I hear,
Most freely declare,
That 'tis not approv'd of by either;
If'tis damn'd, then, by both,
It must be the growth
Of somebody who is of neither.
Most freely declare,
That 'tis not approv'd of by either;
If'tis damn'd, then, by both,
It must be the growth
Of somebody who is of neither.
'Tis easy to name.
From what quarter it came,
And the thing of itself stands confest;
'Tis that pitiful crew,
Of your creatures and you,
Whom both parties scorn and detest.
From what quarter it came,
And the thing of itself stands confest;
'Tis that pitiful crew,
Of your creatures and you,
Whom both parties scorn and detest.
But stay, let me see,
Which tool could it be,
That such a huge book could indite;
For of all those you made,
If there's one that can read,
I'm sure there's not one that can write.
Which tool could it be,
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For of all those you made,
If there's one that can read,
I'm sure there's not one that can write.
'Tis above poor Sir John
Nor by Sands could be done,
And Bootle's too stupid and dark;
Ord hardly reads well,
Jeff never could spell,
And you know Harry Vane, sets his mark.
Nor by Sands could be done,
And Bootle's too stupid and dark;
Ord hardly reads well,
Jeff never could spell,
And you know Harry Vane, sets his mark.
Then since all your tools,
Are such ignorant fools,
It must be your lordship's own doing;
You have taken your plie,
But you'll soon own with me,
That you've settled yourself in your ruin.
Are such ignorant fools,
It must be your lordship's own doing;
You have taken your plie,
But you'll soon own with me,
That you've settled yourself in your ruin.
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As diff'rent winds blew,
Like the weather-cock you
Long waver'd both parties betwixt;
But did not you know,
That weather-cocks grow
Quite useless the moment they're fix'd?
Like the weather-cock you
Long waver'd both parties betwixt;
But did not you know,
That weather-cocks grow
Quite useless the moment they're fix'd?
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