From which I never could refrain,
And have been often chid in vain:
From these I am recover'd quite,
At least in what regards the knight.
Preserve his health, his store increase;
May nothing interrupt his peace!
But now let all his tenants round
First milk his cows, and after, pound:
Let every cottager conspire
To cut his hedges down for fire:
The naughty boys about the village
His crabs and sloes may freely pillage:
He still may keep a pack of knaves
To spoil his work, and work by halves;
His meadows may be dug by swine,
It shall be no concern of mine:
For why should I continue still
To serve a friend against his will?
A PANEGYRICK ON THE DEAN,
IN THE PERSON OF A LADY IN THE NORTH[1].
1730.
RESOLV'D my gratitude to show,
Thrice reverend dean, for all I owe,
Too long I have my thanks delay 'd;
Your favours left too long unpaid;
But now, in all our sex's name,
My artless Muse shall sing your fame.
- ↑ The lady of sir Arthur Acheson.
