Christopher Anstey (Кристофер Энсти)

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From wealth, from honours, and from courts remov'd,
I've kept the silent path my genius lov'd,
And pitied those whom fortune oft beguiles
With flatt'ring hopes from false ambition's smiles;
Hence far from me the prostituted hour
Of adulation base on pride or pow'r,
Hence (thanks to Heav'n!) I ne'er was doom'd to know
What bitter streams from disappointment flow,
Oh! bane of life's sweet cup!

1. On the Execution of Mr. Coyghley for High Treason
2. To the Citizens of France
3. With Every Plague That Can Conspire
4. In Promptu
5. Epode

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