The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose Now First Collected with a Prefatory Memoir by his Nephews W. E. and Sir Bartle Frere |
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The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose | ||
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LXIII.
Simonides! if with my learning's store
I still retained my riches as before,
I should not shrink from joining as a guest
In converse with the wisest and the best.
I still retained my riches as before,
I should not shrink from joining as a guest
In converse with the wisest and the best.
But now, with idle shame opprest and weak,
I sit dejected, and forbear to speak;
Feeble, forgetful, melancholy, slow,
My former pride of learning I forego,
My former knowledge I no longer know.
I sit dejected, and forbear to speak;
Feeble, forgetful, melancholy, slow,
My former pride of learning I forego,
My former knowledge I no longer know.
Such is our state! in a tempestuous sea,
With all the crew raging in mutiny!
No duty follow'd, none to reef a sail,
To work the vessel, or to pump or bale;
All is abandon'd, and, without a check,
The mighty sea comes sweeping o'er the deck;
Our steersman, hitherto so bold and steady,
Active and able, is deposed already:
No discipline, no sense of order felt,
The daily messes are unduly dealt;
The goods are plunder'd; those that ought to keep
Strict watch are idly skulking or asleep;
All that is left of order or command
Committed wholly to the basest hand.
In such a case, my friend, I needs must think
It were no marvel though the vessel sink.
With all the crew raging in mutiny!
No duty follow'd, none to reef a sail,
To work the vessel, or to pump or bale;
All is abandon'd, and, without a check,
The mighty sea comes sweeping o'er the deck;
Our steersman, hitherto so bold and steady,
Active and able, is deposed already:
No discipline, no sense of order felt,
The daily messes are unduly dealt;
The goods are plunder'd; those that ought to keep
Strict watch are idly skulking or asleep;
All that is left of order or command
Committed wholly to the basest hand.
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It were no marvel though the vessel sink.
This riddle to my worthy friends I tell,
But a shrewd knave will understand it well.
But a shrewd knave will understand it well.
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