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 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
Avarice followes Lust, now they have leisure
To ransacke all those Mineralls of treasure
Long peace and thrift had hoarded up, at last
As children when their Appetite is past
Spoyle what they cannot eate, and badly kind
Pamper their dogs with that they leave behind:
So these, as surfeiting with such a store,
(Which made them lose all teare of being poore)
What is not ready spoyle, give to the fire,
Whose conqu{illeg.}ring flames unto the heav'ns aspire,
As boasting of their service: through the towne,
Swifter then any thing that has renowne
For speedinesse, they runne, one houre does spoile
(Vnlucky houre) what was an Ages toyle,
Now cracke the houses, now the Temples fry,
Now the poore Citizens resolv'd to dye,
Doubt of what death: and know not which to try,
The fire, the downefalls, or the Enemy,
Had this misfortune hapned in the Night
(Though Nature had oppos'd) such a full light
Had made a day, and so againe had wonne
A Conquest of the towne, and of the Sunne.
To ransacke all those Mineralls of treasure
Long peace and thrift had hoarded up, at last
As children when their Appetite is past
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Pamper their dogs with that they leave behind:
So these, as surfeiting with such a store,
(Which made them lose all teare of being poore)
What is not ready spoyle, give to the fire,
Whose conqu{illeg.}ring flames unto the heav'ns aspire,
As boasting of their service: through the towne,
Swifter then any thing that has renowne
For speedinesse, they runne, one houre does spoile
(Vnlucky houre) what was an Ages toyle,
Now cracke the houses, now the Temples fry,
Now the poore Citizens resolv'd to dye,
Doubt of what death: and know not which to try,
The fire, the downefalls, or the Enemy,
Had this misfortune hapned in the Night
(Though Nature had oppos'd) such a full light
Had made a day, and so againe had wonne
A Conquest of the towne, and of the Sunne.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |