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 7. I Swore I lov'd, and you believ'd
2. Epigram 10. WHILE Lucy, chaste as mountain snows
3. Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am'rous smart
4. Epigram 14. TOM thought a wild profusion great
5. Epigram 3. MY heart still hovering round about you

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