Poem by Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent

Epigram 14. TOM thought a wild profusion great

TOM thought a wild profusion great:
And therefore spent his whole estate:
Will thinks the wealthy are ador'd,
And gleans what misers blush to hoard.
Their passion, merit, fate the same,
They thirst and starve alike for fame.

1. Epigram 7. I Swore I lov'd, and you believ'd
2. Epigram 3. MY heart still hovering round about you
3. Epigram 10. WHILE Lucy, chaste as mountain snows
4. Epigram 17. VAINLY hath heaven denounc'd the woman's woes
5. Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am'rous smart

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