The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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Here Nature—“in his Page I live,
“And all his Errors must forgive”—
Then down her Cheek a silent Tear
Stole, for she holds this Fav'rite dear,
Which seem'd to say, “I wish that He
“Honour'd the Son of God, like Me!”
She wip'd it, and address'd the Muse—
“You will the Liberty excuse,
“'Tis less polite, perhaps, than true,
“But this was never meant for You,
“This Pen is better laid aside,
“Which none, besides Rousseau, can guide.
“The Pen you have can tag a Rhime,
“Buy new ones when you write Sublime—
“But use your old one to engage
“The printing Dunces of the Age.”—
“And all his Errors must forgive”—
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Stole, for she holds this Fav'rite dear,
Which seem'd to say, “I wish that He
“Honour'd the Son of God, like Me!”
She wip'd it, and address'd the Muse—
“You will the Liberty excuse,
“'Tis less polite, perhaps, than true,
“But this was never meant for You,
“This Pen is better laid aside,
“Which none, besides Rousseau, can guide.
“The Pen you have can tag a Rhime,
“Buy new ones when you write Sublime—
“But use your old one to engage
“The printing Dunces of the Age.”—
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