The Letters and Works of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu | ||
TO THE SAME.
Wherever Fortune points my destin'd way,If my capricious stars ordain my stay
In gilded palace, or in rural scene,
While breath shall animate this frail machine,
My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew,
Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you.
A monarch compass'd by a suppliant crowd,
Prompt to obey, and in his praises loud,
Amongst those thousands who on smiles depend,
Perhaps has no disinterested friend.
The Letters and Works of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu | ||