"Meanwhile no more thy spleen be shewn "Hast thou no failings of thine own, "No ruling passion in thy breast, "That robs thee of thy balmy rest? " In me, For PEGASUS his money pay, And shew his ticket for the day; Since ministers find such resources In men's absurd and vicious courses, Are deem'd fit subjects for taxation, Sure they might fine the brains of those Who sin no less in filthy prose, And gold by chymick art distil From essence of the gray goose quill: Which though 'twould savour of extorting From men of very slender fortune, Such as all meaner arts disown, And live upon their wits alone, But if the truth I must impart, And say what PASSION rules my heart, No thirst for honours wealth or pow'r E'er robb'd me of one quiet hour, No party-zeal, no factious aim Torment me with their raging flame, Tt But anxious thoughts for England's sake And hopes to please in faithful strain The object of my SPECULATION. CHARITY; A POETICAL PARAPHRASE OF THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF ST. PAUL'S FIRST EPISTLE то THE CORINTHIANS. |