Poem by William Shenstone

The Invidious

Martial.

O Fortune! if my prayer of old
Was ne'er solicitous for gold,
With better grace thou may'st allow
My suppliant wish, that asks it now:
Yet think not, Goddess! I require it
For the same end your clowns desire it.
In a well made effectual string
Fain would I see Lovidio swing;
Hear him, from Tyburn's height haranguing;
But such a cur's not worth one's hanging.
Give me, O Goddess! store of pelf,
And he will tie the knot himself.

1. The Judgement of Hercules
2. On Miss M--'s's Dancing
3. Elegy 20. He Compares His Humble Fortune with the Distress of Others
4. Elegy 25. To Delia, with Some Flowers
5. Daphne's Visit

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