The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits |
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A NEW ODE
TO A GREAT NUMBER OF GREAT MEN, NEWLY MADE.
Jam nova progenies.
SEE, a new progeny descends
From heav'n, of Britain's truest friends.
O Muse attend my call!
To one of these direct thy flight,
Or, to be sure that we are right,
Direct it to them all.
From heav'n, of Britain's truest friends.
O Muse attend my call!
To one of these direct thy flight,
Or, to be sure that we are right,
Direct it to them all.
O Clio! these are golden times;
I shall get money for my rhymes;
And thou no more go tatter'd;
Make haste, then, lead the way, begin,
For here are people just come in
Who never yet were flatter'd.
I shall get money for my rhymes;
And thou no more go tatter'd;
Make haste, then, lead the way, begin,
For here are people just come in
Who never yet were flatter'd.
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But first to Cart'ret fain you'd sing;
Indeed he's nearest to the King,
Yet careless how you use him:
Give him, I beg, no labour'd lays;
He will but promise if you praise,
And laugh if you abuse him.
Indeed he's nearest to the King,
Yet careless how you use him:
Give him, I beg, no labour'd lays;
He will but promise if you praise,
And laugh if you abuse him.
Then (tho' there's a vast space betwixt)
The new-made Earl of Bath comes next,
Stiff in his popular pride:
His step, his gait, describe the man;
They paint him better than I can,
Waddling from side to side.
The new-made Earl of Bath comes next,
Stiff in his popular pride:
His step, his gait, describe the man;
They paint him better than I can,
Waddling from side to side.
Each hour a different face he wears,
Now in a fury, now in tears,
Now laughing, now in sorrow;
Now he'll command, and now obey,
Bellows for liberty to-day,
And roars for pow'r to morrow.
Now in a fury, now in tears,
Now laughing, now in sorrow;
Now he'll command, and now obey,
Bellows for liberty to-day,
And roars for pow'r to morrow.
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At noon the Tories had him tight,
With staunchest Whigs he supp'd at night,
Each party try'd to 've won him;
But he himself did so divide,
Shuffled and cut from side to side,
That now both parties shun him.
With staunchest Whigs he supp'd at night,
Each party try'd to 've won him;
But he himself did so divide,
Shuffled and cut from side to side,
That now both parties shun him.
See yon old, dull, important lord,
Who at the long'd-for money-board
Sits first, but does not lead:
His younger brethren all things make;
So that the Treasury's like a snake,
And the tail moves the head.
Who at the long'd-for money-board
Sits first, but does not lead:
His younger brethren all things make;
So that the Treasury's like a snake,
And the tail moves the head.
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Why did you cross God's good intent?
He made you for a president;
Back to that station go:
Nor longer act this farce of power,
We know you miss'd the thing before,
And have not got it now.
He made you for a president;
Back to that station go:
Nor longer act this farce of power,
We know you miss'd the thing before,
And have not got it now.
See valiant Cobham, valorous Stair,
Britain's two thunderbolts of war,
Now strike my ravish'd eye:
But, oh! their strength and spirits flown,
They, like their conquering swords, are grown
Rusty with lying by.
Britain's two thunderbolts of war,
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But, oh! their strength and spirits flown,
They, like their conquering swords, are grown
Rusty with lying by.
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Dear Bat, I'm glad you've got a place,
And since things thus have chang'd their face,
You'll give opposing o'er:
'Tis comfortable to be in,
And think what a damn'd while you've been,
Like Peter, at the door.
And since things thus have chang'd their face,
You'll give opposing o'er:
'Tis comfortable to be in,
And think what a damn'd while you've been,
Like Peter, at the door.
See who comes next—I kiss thy hands,
But not in flatt'ry, Samuel Sands;
For since you are in power,
That gives you knowledge, judgment, parts,
The courtier's wiles, the statesman's arts,
Of which you'd none before.
But not in flatt'ry, Samuel Sands;
For since you are in power,
That gives you knowledge, judgment, parts,
The courtier's wiles, the statesman's arts,
Of which you'd none before.
When great impending dangers shook
Its state, old Rome dictators took
Judiciously from plough:
So we (but at a pinch thou knowest),
To make the highest of the lowest,
The Exchequer gave to you.
Its state, old Rome dictators took
Judiciously from plough:
So we (but at a pinch thou knowest),
To make the highest of the lowest,
The Exchequer gave to you.
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When in your hands the seals you found,
Did it not make your brains go round?
Did it not turn your head?
I fancy (but you hate a joke)
You felt as Nell did when she woke
In Lady Loverule's bed.
Did it not make your brains go round?
Did it not turn your head?
I fancy (but you hate a joke)
You felt as Nell did when she woke
In Lady Loverule's bed.
See Harry Vane in pomp appear,
And since he's made Vice-Treasurer,
Grown taller by some inches:
See Tweedale follow Carteret's call;
See Hanoverian Gower, and all
The black funereal Finches.
And since he's made Vice-Treasurer,
Grown taller by some inches:
See Tweedale follow Carteret's call;
See Hanoverian Gower, and all
The black funereal Finches.
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And see with that important face
Berenger's clerk to take his place,
Into the Treasury come;
With pride and meanness act thy part,
Thou look'st the very thing thou art,
Thou Bourgeois Gentilhomme.
Berenger's clerk to take his place,
Into the Treasury come;
With pride and meanness act thy part,
Thou look'st the very thing thou art,
Thou Bourgeois Gentilhomme.
Oh, my poor country! is this all
You've gain'd by the long-labour'd fall
Of Walpole and his tools?
He was a knave suppose—what then?
He'd parts—but this new set of men
A'n't only knaves, but fools.
You've gain'd by the long-labour'd fall
Of Walpole and his tools?
He was a knave suppose—what then?
He'd parts—but this new set of men
A'n't only knaves, but fools.
More changes, better times this isle
Demands; oh! Chesterfield, Argyle,
To bleeding Britain bring 'em:
Unite all hearts, appease each storm,
'Tis yours such actions to perform,
My pride shall be to sing'em.
Demands; oh! Chesterfield, Argyle,
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Unite all hearts, appease each storm,
'Tis yours such actions to perform,
My pride shall be to sing'em.
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