 | The Poetical Works of the Ingenious and Learned William Meston |  |
OH! Where's the ancient Briton's genius fled?
Are justice, honour, virtue, bravery, dead?
Shall tyrants revel upon British store,
Whilst rightful Princes beg from door to door?
Shall the sole Prince left of the royal blood,
Be forc'd from court to court to sue for food,
Whilst the usurper, impiously great,
Plumes with the pompous ornaments of state,
And lavishes away the Heir's estate?
Are justice, honour, virtue, bravery, dead?
Shall tyrants revel upon British store,
Whilst rightful Princes beg from door to door?
Shall the sole Prince left of the royal blood,
Be forc'd from court to court to sue for food,
Whilst the usurper, impiously great,
Plumes with the pompous ornaments of state,
And lavishes away the Heir's estate?
| The Poetical Works of the Ingenious and Learned William Meston | |