What stupid nonsense must the Beauty Endure in her diurnal duty - Buzzings and whispers from the stores Of the fatuities of bores! Yet such impertinence must be pleasing,...
All men are fond of rule and place, Though granted by the mean and base; Yet all superior merit fly, Nor will endure an equal nigh. They o'er some ale-house club preside...
A lion, sick of pomp and state, Resolved his cares to delegate. Reynard was viceroy named - the crowd Of courtiers to the regent bowed; Wolves, bears, and tigers stoop and bend,...
Accept, my Prince, the moral fable, To youth ingenuous, profitable. Nobility, like beauty's youth, May seldom hear the voice of truth; Or mark and learn the fact betimes...
I grant these facts: corruption sways, Self-interest does pervert man's ways; That bribes do blind; that present crimes Do equal those of former times:...