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 1. I Lov'd thee beautiful and kind
2. Epigram 7. I Swore I lov'd, and you believ'd
3. Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am'rous smart
4. Epigram 12. WE thought you without titles great
5. Epigram 3. MY heart still hovering round about you

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