Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent (Роберт Крэггз, граф Ньюджент)

Epigram 12. WE thought you without titles great

WE thought you without titles great,
And wealthy with a small estate;
While by your humble self alone,
You seem unrated and unknown.
But now on fortune's swelling tide
High-borne, in all the pomp of pride;
Of grandeur vain and fond of pelf,
'Tis plain, my lord, you knew yourself.

1. Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am'rous smart
2. Epigram 10. WHILE Lucy, chaste as mountain snows
3. Epigram 1. I Lov'd thee beautiful and kind
4. Epigram 5. THO' cheerful, discreet, and with freedom well bred
5. Epigram 17. VAINLY hath heaven denounc'd the woman's woes

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