A Poet once the @3Spartan's@1 led to fight, And made 'em conquer in the Muses right: So would our Poet lead you on this day, Showing your tortur'd Fathers in his Play. To one well born th' affront is worse and more, When he's abus'd and baffled by a Bore: With an ill Grace the @3Dutch@1 their mischiefs do, They've both ill Nature and ill Manners too. Well may they boast themselves an antient Nation, For they were bred e're Manners were in fashion: And their new Commonwealth has set 'em free, Onely from Honour and Civility. @3Venetians@1 do not more uncouthly ride, Than did their Lubber-State Mankind bestride; Their Sway became 'em with as ill a Meen, As their own Paunches swell above their Chin: Yet is their Empire no true Growth but Humour, And onely two Kings' touch can cure the Tumor. As @3Cato@1 did his @3Affricque@1 Fruits display, So we before your Eies their @3Indies@1 lay: All loyal @3English@1 will like him conclude, Let @3Caesar@1 Live, and @3Carthage@1 be subdu'd! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THE PROFESSION OF FLATTERY by ANTIPHANES GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 10. A CATALOGUE OF CERTAINE OF HIS BOOKES by RICHARD BARNFIELD |