A Collection of Poems on Various Subjects By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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TO COLON
Why, Colon, this melodious Sound?
Why this luxurious endless Feast?
Can Bowls with gallick Nectar crown'd,
And mellow Sychophants around
Asswage the Torments of a guilty Breast?
Why this luxurious endless Feast?
Can Bowls with gallick Nectar crown'd,
And mellow Sychophants around
Asswage the Torments of a guilty Breast?
Still wilt thou grin in Play-House Pit,
Or saunt'ring seek the Puppet-Booth,
Can'st thou thy monst'rous Crimes forget?
Can Shows, or Women, Wine or Wit,
The raging Viper in thy Bosom sooth?
Or saunt'ring seek the Puppet-Booth,
Can'st thou thy monst'rous Crimes forget?
Can Shows, or Women, Wine or Wit,
The raging Viper in thy Bosom sooth?
Forbear, vain Man, this fruitless Art,
Thy Conscience ne'er can be appeas'd;
Thou always feel'st her poison'd Dart,
Art merry with an aking Heart,
And tho' for ever laughing, yet ne'er pleas'd.
Thy Conscience ne'er can be appeas'd;
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Art merry with an aking Heart,
And tho' for ever laughing, yet ne'er pleas'd.
So when Tarantulas have bit,
Poor Farmers in Calabrian Plains,
They all their rural Labour quit,
And pleas'd with Musick in their Fit,
Sing, laugh and dance, while rack'd with raging Pains.
Poor Farmers in Calabrian Plains,
They all their rural Labour quit,
And pleas'd with Musick in their Fit,
Sing, laugh and dance, while rack'd with raging Pains.
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