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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A CONGRATULATORY ODE,
MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE
STATESMAN ON HIS TRAVELS. |
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A CONGRATULATORY ODE, MOST HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE STATESMAN ON HIS TRAVELS.
By JOSHUA JINGLE, Esq.
Poet-Laureat to the Pelemites, Selemites, and
other great personages.
Si proceres peccant,------
Exemplo et sceleri pœnî paranda duplex.
Exemplo et sceleri pœnî paranda duplex.
OLD England mourns her past disgrace!
Sad fate of her unhappy race,
By gibbets, gaols and axes;
Th' inglorious slaughter war has made,
Her rising debts, her sinking trade,
Her places, pensions, taxes.
Sad fate of her unhappy race,
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Th' inglorious slaughter war has made,
Her rising debts, her sinking trade,
Her places, pensions, taxes.
Cross'd with such cares, press'd with such pains,
What wonder if she thus complains,
Tells thus her dismal story;
In hopes some wise, some patriot chief,
Some Statesman born for her relief,
Might yet retrieve her glory?
What wonder if she thus complains,
Tells thus her dismal story;
In hopes some wise, some patriot chief,
Some Statesman born for her relief,
Might yet retrieve her glory?
But Holly of her Councils head,
Having o'ercome his water-dread,
Thro' foreign realms is running;
Some strangers stare to see his plate,
More smile at his projected pate,
Pate unaccus'd of cunning.
Having o'ercome his water-dread,
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Some strangers stare to see his plate,
More smile at his projected pate,
Pate unaccus'd of cunning.
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Possess'd of posts and power at home,
Oh! why should mighty Holly roam,
And leave Old England weeping?
'Twas—truth to say—because afraid,
Had others gone, or had he staid,
He was not sure of keeping.
Oh! why should mighty Holly roam,
And leave Old England weeping?
'Twas—truth to say—because afraid,
Had others gone, or had he staid,
He was not sure of keeping.
This slipp'ry tenure calls him forth,
At more expense then quell'd the north,
So late in life to travel;
At mighty feasts, of mighty things,
With princes set, expecting kings
To talk—and plots unravel.
At more expense then quell'd the north,
So late in life to travel;
At mighty feasts, of mighty things,
With princes set, expecting kings
To talk—and plots unravel.
Not Gallic plots, for Gallia now,
As Holly thinks, is forc'd to bow
By his superior knowledge;
Alas! in politics how mad!
And yet no blockhead when a lad
At Westminster, or College.
As Holly thinks, is forc'd to bow
By his superior knowledge;
Alas! in politics how mad!
And yet no blockhead when a lad
At Westminster, or College.
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For these high meals his foreign praise,
What mighty sums did some folks raise,
And what is more amazing,
My lady, too, as well as he,
Must go in triumph over sea,
To set the world a gazing.
What mighty sums did some folks raise,
And what is more amazing,
My lady, too, as well as he,
Must go in triumph over sea,
To set the world a gazing.
Happy, if their own private store,
Acquir'd by wiser folks before,
These projects only troubled;
But ours, they'll measure by his sense,
Compute our wealth by his expense,
And then our tribute's doubled.
Acquir'd by wiser folks before,
These projects only troubled;
But ours, they'll measure by his sense,
Compute our wealth by his expense,
And then our tribute's doubled.
New treaties from these feasts shall spring,
New Princes gain'd, perhaps a king,
More schemes for Europe's quiet;
Hence daily new demands may rise,
New quotas, loans, and subsidies,
Sharp sauce to German diet.
New Princes gain'd, perhaps a king,
More schemes for Europe's quiet;
Hence daily new demands may rise,
New quotas, loans, and subsidies,
Sharp sauce to German diet.
Thus the young 'squire his wealth bestows
On home-spun feasts and tawdry clothes,
On horses, hounds and harlot;
Until mamma to mend his taste
Sends him to cross the Alps in haste
With some bear-leading varlet.
On home-spun feasts and tawdry clothes,
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Until mamma to mend his taste
Sends him to cross the Alps in haste
With some bear-leading varlet.
Thus tutor'd, Numps grows worse and worse,
False taste acquires—(what greater curse?)
Brings home a race of vipers;
And, on his new refinements bent,
In twice five years th' estate is spent,
On panders, pimps, and pipers.
False taste acquires—(what greater curse?)
Brings home a race of vipers;
And, on his new refinements bent,
In twice five years th' estate is spent,
On panders, pimps, and pipers.
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