All the talents' garland or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett] |
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AD AMICUM SHERIDANUM. |
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AD AMICUM SHERIDANUM.
“Deliciæ Sheridan musarum, dulcis Amice!
“------ Seu e mimum convivia rident,
“Æquivocosque sales spargis, seu ludere versu
“Malles, dic, Sheridan. ------”
SWIFT.
“------ Seu e mimum convivia rident,
“Æquivocosque sales spargis, seu ludere versu
“Malles, dic, Sheridan. ------”
SWIFT.
Possess'd of ev'ry fowl and fish,
With “butter in a lordly dish,”
And cramm'd with all their hearts could wish,
So that their dogs grew fat with crumbs;
What could induce your Treasury chums
To kick the benches from their b---?
Dic, Sheridan!
With “butter in a lordly dish,”
And cramm'd with all their hearts could wish,
So that their dogs grew fat with crumbs;
What could induce your Treasury chums
To kick the benches from their b---?
Dic, Sheridan!
Some of the gentlemen were poor;
Liv'd by their wits—a scanty store,
Till Grenville ope'd the Treasury door;
No longer there they toast their noses,
Or slumber on the Bed of Roses
With thee—is't thus the Drama closes?
Dic, Sheridan!
Liv'd by their wits—a scanty store,
Till Grenville ope'd the Treasury door;
No longer there they toast their noses,
Or slumber on the Bed of Roses
With thee—is't thus the Drama closes?
Dic, Sheridan!
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In evil hour 'gainst Mother Church,
Howick prepar'd a rod of birch,
And would have left her in the lurch;
But (Heav'n be prais'd!) our Faith's Defender
Drove from his Councils this pretender.
Must thou thy Treasurership surrender?
Dic, Sheridan!
Howick prepar'd a rod of birch,
And would have left her in the lurch;
But (Heav'n be prais'd!) our Faith's Defender
Drove from his Councils this pretender.
Must thou thy Treasurership surrender?
Dic, Sheridan!
Tho' Grenville, gorg'd, may shut his jaws,
Or suck nutrition from his paws,
His hangers-on have craving maws;
They now must starve or live like Tartars:
And though the Pope may style them Martyrs,
Will that make up for loss of quarters?
Dic, Sheridan!
Or suck nutrition from his paws,
His hangers-on have craving maws;
They now must starve or live like Tartars:
And though the Pope may style them Martyrs,
Will that make up for loss of quarters?
Dic, Sheridan!
What is the Church of Rome to thee?
Her discipline would ill agree
With “tipsy dance and revelry.”
Penance you practis'd long enough,
Do not our rites suit Blue and Buff
Better than Fasts and lenten stuff?
Dic, Sheridan!
Her discipline would ill agree
With “tipsy dance and revelry.”
Penance you practis'd long enough,
Do not our rites suit Blue and Buff
Better than Fasts and lenten stuff?
Dic, Sheridan!
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If thou hast listed to his brawl,
And run thy head against a wall,
Peter will cost thee more than Paull.
Why on thyself this mischief bring?
Had it not been a wiser thing
T'have join'd the cause of Church and King?
Dic, Sheridan.
And run thy head against a wall,
Peter will cost thee more than Paull.
Why on thyself this mischief bring?
Had it not been a wiser thing
T'have join'd the cause of Church and King?
Dic, Sheridan.
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