Dear Dick, prithee tell by what passion you move? The world is in doubt, whether hatred or love; And, while at good Cashel you rail with such spite, They shrewdly suspect it is all but a bite. You certainly know, though so loudly you vapour, His spite cannot wound, who attempted the Drapier. Then, prithee reflect, take a word of advice; And, as your old wont is, change sides in a trice: On his virtues hold forth; 'tis the very best way; And say of the man what all honest men say. But if, still obdurate, your anger remains, If still your foul bosom more rancour contains; Say then more than they; nay, lavishly flatter, 'Tis your gross panegyrics alone can bespatter. For thine, my dear Dick, give me leave to speak plain, Like a very foul mop, dirty more than they clean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 6. TO ANY WIFE by BERTON BRALEY THE HOLY STAR by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PATRIOT by GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON THE ULTIMATE NATION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |