Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent (Роберт Крэггз, граф Ньюджент)

Epigram 12. WE thought you without titles great

WE thought you without titles great,
And wealthy with a small estate;
While by your humble self alone,
You seem unrated and unknown.
But now on fortune's swelling tide
High-borne, in all the pomp of pride;
Of grandeur vain and fond of pelf,
'Tis plain, my lord, you knew yourself.

1. Epigram 1. I Lov'd thee beautiful and kind
2. Epigram 7. I Swore I lov'd, and you believ'd
3. Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am'rous smart
4. Epigram 5. THO' cheerful, discreet, and with freedom well bred
5. Epigram 3. MY heart still hovering round about you

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