The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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A True-bred Poet, and an Ill-bred Clown;
Vertues, not understood by you, I boast;
Such that in our weak Sense are valu'd most;
As Truth, Good-Nature, Manners, tho' not Wit,
Graces that never Crown'd a Poet yet.
To Rail at a weak Woman, is a strain,
Does little Merit in its Wit contain;
It may be like a Scribler, but unlike a Man.
A Self Opinion from your Lines I'll raise,
And Fancy you discover'd in my Face
Vertues beyond your Reach, and so above your Praise.
As envious Beggars spightfully disdain,
And rail at Blessings which they can't obtain.
A True-bred Poet, and an Ill-bred Clown;
Vertues, not understood by you, I boast;
Such that in our weak Sense are valu'd most;
As Truth, Good-Nature, Manners, tho' not Wit,
Graces that never Crown'd a Poet yet.
To Rail at a weak Woman, is a strain,
Does little Merit in its Wit contain;
It may be like a Scribler, but unlike a Man.
A Self Opinion from your Lines I'll raise,
And Fancy you discover'd in my Face
Vertues beyond your Reach, and so above your Praise.
As envious Beggars spightfully disdain,
And rail at Blessings which they can't obtain.
Tho' I'm abus'd, yet I'll good Natur'd be,
And beg for once you'll take Advice by me,
Much rather let your Wit in Silence rest,
Than lose a Friend, or Mistress for a Jest:
Mix Manners and Good Nature with your parts,
And you'll deserve more Thanks and win more Hearts.
And beg for once you'll take Advice by me,
Much rather let your Wit in Silence rest,
Than lose a Friend, or Mistress for a Jest:
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And you'll deserve more Thanks and win more Hearts.
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