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The Poems of Edmund Waller

Edited by G. Thorn Drury

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THE MISER'S SPEECH.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE MISER'S SPEECH.

IN A MASQUE.

Balls of this metal slacked At'lanta's pace,
And on the amorous youth bestowed the race;
Venus, (the nymph's mind measuring by her own)
Whom the rich spoils of cities overthrown
Had prostrated to Mars, could well advise
The adventurous lover how to gain the prize.
Nor less may Jupiter to gold ascribe;
For, when he turned himself into a bribe,
Who can blame Danae, or the brazen tower,
That they withstood not that almighty shower?
Never till then did love make Jove put on
A form more bright, and nobler than his own;
Nor were it just, would he resume that shape,
That slack devotion should his thunder 'scape.
'Twas not revenge for grieved Apollo's wrong,
Those ass's ears on Midas' temples hung,
But fond repentance of his happy wish,
Because his meat grew metal like his dish.
Would Bacchus bless me so, I'd constant hold
Unto my wish, and die creating gold.