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For streams more crystal than her skies,
What Time has buried is no more !
But Wyndham dy'd while credit bloom'd,
* Pultney, Earl of Bath.
+ Sir William Wyndham, father of the first Earl of Egremont.
A ZEALOUS Patriot had a parrot taught,
tone, “ Rogues all, rogues all,” who e'er approach a
throne. How well the master judged, how well the bird, Critics decide the master is preferr'd; Servile he cringes, fawns, adores the throne, But honest Poll still keeps her honest tone. “ Rogues all, rogues all,” is her eternal song, Rogues all, rogues all,” who ’re slaves the court
« Curse on this noisy bird,” the patriot cries;
Rogues all, rogues all,” still honest Poll replies. “ Tom, take the bird, wring off his neck, for
hoarse, “ Hoarse is as raven's croak his voice,and worse.” Rogues all, rogues all,” still honest Poll re
plied Who more a patriot lived than Poll, or dy'd ?
THE MORAL. From Poll's heroic soul let Statesmen see, With their first lesson should their last agree; The bird disdain'd his servile master's wrathWas it the bird of Sandys,* or of Bath ?*
Samuel, first Lord Sandys.--Thus Sandys thinks he has spoken an Epigram when he crinkles up his nose and lays a smart accent on Ways and Means.-W.
+ Wm. Pultney, Earl of Bath.
ON THE POLITICAL MEMORY OF
WILLIAM PULTNEY, EARL OF BATH;
Who died to Fame, July 15th, 1742.
PULTNEY, no friend to truth, in fraud sincere,
IN IMITATION OF “ WILLIAM AND MARGARET,”
WM. EARL OF BATH.
"TWAS in the hour when guiltless care
Is lull'd in soft repose;
Beset with cureless woes.
The down he vainly prest; Honour, alas ! had soar'd away,
And shame had poisoned rest. Britannia, with that stern regard
That conscious worth puts on, Before his frantic eye appear’d,
And pierc'd him with a groan. Her cheek had lost its rosy bloom,
And languid roll'd her eye; This once could brighten midnight gloom,
That shame the Tyrian dye.