Category: Poetry
Arise, O Satire!--tune thy useful song, Silence grows criminal, when crimes grow strong; Of meaner vice, and villains, sing no more, But Monsters crown'd, and Crime enrobed with Power! At vice's high Imperial throne begin, Relate the _ancient_ prodigies of sin; With pregnant p...
----Nations would do well T' extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of Heroes, whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief; and who spoil, Because men suffer it...
1. BOOK I.Arise, O Satire!--tune thy useful song, Silence grows criminal, when crimes grow strong; Of meaner vice, and villains, sing no more, But Monsters crown'd, and Crime enrobed with...
2. BOOK II.Mark now the difference, ye that boast your love Of kings, between your Loyalty and ours Our love is principle, and has its root In reason; is judicious, manly, free: Yours, a b...