University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

collapse section1. 
  
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
 XXII. 
 XXIV. 
 XXV. 
 XXVI. 
 XXVII. 
 XXVIII. 
 XXIX. 
 XXX. 
 XXXI. 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
To my Lord Eland, on his Marriage and Return, &c.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section2. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
 1. 
 2. 
collapse section 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
  
collapse section 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
  
  
collapse section 
 1. 
 2. 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  

To my Lord Eland, on his Marriage and Return, &c.

Pardon, my Lord, if a poor Poet, one
That is not, and deserves not to be known,
Presume not only (hardn'd in his Crime)
To greet your safe Return with Doggrel Rhime,
But wish your Future Years may This atone,
And bless no other Country but your Own;
Which, as it griev'd to want your Presence here,
Envy'd it's Shining in another Sphere.
Many there are that travel Foreign Parts,
They say, to know the Manners, Men and Arts;
Yet (tho' they boast of leaving it behind)
Bring back a Dross too course to be refin'd
Affected Body, and Affected Mind:
For such Accomplishments we need not roam,
Fools may be made with least Expence at Home.

169

But you, my Lord, have nobler Conduct shown,
And brought from the French Court what will adorn our Own;
A Vertuous Wife!—a thing so rare to see,
Ev'n Holy-Writ mentions but two or three.
To her own Native Soil she bids adieu
For dear Religion, and her dearer You:
Nor has she lost, but in your Arms will find
Sublimer Blessings than she leaves behind.
For early y'ave the Chace of Fame begun,
Nor are, but by a Father's Name, out done:
He, when three Parts of four in Darkness lay,
Broke the thick Scales, and made us see the Day,
And drove our Fears and Jealousies away.
False Fears and Jealousies, those useful things
To rere Usurpers, and to ruin Kings.
His Noble Image we in YOU may find,
Lively in Person, livelier in your Mind;
For both have climb'd the Mountain's Top, there sit,
He, Judge of Wisdom, You the Judge of Wit.