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or, Collins's Doggerel Dish Of All Sorts. Consisting of Songs Adapted to familiar Tunes, And which may be sung without the Chaunterpipe of an Italian Warbler, or the ravishing Accompaniments of Tweedle-Dum or Tweedle-Dee. Particularly those which have been most applauded in the author's once popular performance, call'd, The Brush. The Gallimaufry garnished with a variety of comic tales, quaint epigrams, whimsical epitaphs, &c. &c. [by John Collins]
 

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HEROISM COMBIN'D WITH HUMANITY,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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HEROISM COMBIN'D WITH HUMANITY,

In that truly exalted Character, Sir Edward Pellew.

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Written, when an unexampled Instance of Greatness and Goodness made him the object of universal admiration.

Heroes and Demi-gods to deck
In fiction's garb, no toil, I trow;
But truth is fulsome flattery's check,
And scorns the tints of spurious show;—
Spurns at the legendary scrawl,
The furbish'd gloss to base alloy,
Which, dazzling, cheats the visual ball,
And decorates a gilded toy.
But sterling worth, which nought assumes,
Where keen-ey'd justice bars the claim,
She hallows, in unborrow'd plumes,
And hails in PELLEW's honor'd name!
Born in an age, when vice refin'd,
Seductive lures to nations holds,
He bears one fix'd, invuln'rate mind,
And flies the harpy's tempting folds!
Let worldlings court the love of fame,
While under loads of care they groan;
He nobly makes, to crown his name,
His country's glory all his own!
On ocean's flood to brave the storm,
Plough thro' the deep, while whirlwinds roar;
Dare death in every direful form,
And hunt him on each hostile shore!

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When the proud bark, which bears the foe,
With strength superior mocks the fray,
Grappling, he plies his pigmy prow,
And soon brings down his giant prey!
Nor less those honours grace his brow,
Which flow from soft compassion's spring,
When ship-wreck'd foes the surges plough,
Or to the shatter'd hulk they cling.
Lash'd to a single rope, he stems,
With sturdy strokes, the dashing wave;
And self-security contemns,
To snatch them from a wat'ry grave!
These are the laurels PELLEW gains,
These bind with fame his temples round,
These are the deeds inspire my strains,
And should with nobler strains be crown'd.