Poem by Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent

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

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