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. Impromptu to Miss Utrecia Smith
2. Elegy 5. He Compares the Turbulence of Love with the Tranquillity of Friendship
3. Elegy 20. He Compares His Humble Fortune with the Distress of Others
4. Elegy 10. To Fortune, Suggesting His Motive for Repining at Her Dispensations
5. Valentine's Day

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