The Works of Hildebrand Jacob ... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd |
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Providence.
Plato
, and Socrates were not
So happy, as the empty Sot,
Whose Vanity still pleads his Cause,
Who never doubts, or makes a Pause;
But firmly thinks that best, he has,
And smiles at ev'ry Thing, he says.
So happy, as the empty Sot,
Whose Vanity still pleads his Cause,
Who never doubts, or makes a Pause;
But firmly thinks that best, he has,
And smiles at ev'ry Thing, he says.
If Hamor finds, his Voice is good,
His wretched Daubs well understood;
If Bays will ne'er suspect his Wit,
Spite of the Hisses from the Pit,
Must it not fairly be confest,
Whate'er we think, that these are blest?
His wretched Daubs well understood;
If Bays will ne'er suspect his Wit,
Spite of the Hisses from the Pit,
Must it not fairly be confest,
Whate'er we think, that these are blest?
Thrice happy Fools! whose bare Pretence
Supplies the Want of Excellence:
And who, tho' Nature gave ye none,
Can stamp Perfections of your own,
Which, like base Coin in some poor State,
Passes at home. O equal Fate!
Philosophers deduce, from hence,
The Mildness of your Providence;
For shou'd you let these Coxcombs see
Their naked, true Deformity,
They'd break the Mirrour, like the Ape,
Who Started at his filthy Shape.
Supplies the Want of Excellence:
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Can stamp Perfections of your own,
Which, like base Coin in some poor State,
Passes at home. O equal Fate!
Philosophers deduce, from hence,
The Mildness of your Providence;
For shou'd you let these Coxcombs see
Their naked, true Deformity,
They'd break the Mirrour, like the Ape,
Who Started at his filthy Shape.
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