George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)Crabbe, George
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George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)
Crabbe, George
English poetry
And there he now reposes--that's the mayor. 180
But 'tis not he, 'tis not the kinder few,
The mild, the good, who can our peace renew;
A peevish humour swells in every eye,
The warm are angry, and the cool are shy;
There is no more the social board at whist.
The good old partners are with scorn dismiss'd;
No more with dog and lantern comes the maid,
To guide the mistress when the rubber's play'd;
Sad shifts are made, lest ribbons blue and green
Should at one table, at one time be seen. 190
On care and merit none will now rely,
'Tis party sells what party-friends must buy;
The warmest burgess wears a bodger's coat,
And fashion gains less int'rest than a vote;
Uncheck'd, the vintner still his poison vends;
For he too votes, and can command his friends.
But, this admitted, be it still agreed,
These ill effects from noble cause proceed;
Though like some vile excrescences they be, }
The tree they spring from is a sacred tree, 200 }
And its true produce, strength and liberty. }
Yet if we could th' attendant ills suppress;
If we could make the sum of mischief less;
If we could warm and angry men persuade
No more man's common comforts to invade;
And that old ease and harmony re-seat
In all our meetings, so in joy to meet:
Much would of glory to the Muse ensue,
And our good vicar would have less to do.
NOTE TO LETTER V.
[49] Note 1, page 333, line 140.
_He lived, nor dreamed of corporation-doles._
I am informed that some explanation is here necessary, though I am
ignorant for what class of my readers it can be required. Some
corporate bodies have actual property, as appears by their receiving
rents; and they obtain money on the admission of members into their
society: this they may lawfully share perhaps. There are, moreover,
other doles, of still greater value, of which it is not necessary
for me to explain the nature, or to inquire into the legality.
LETTER VI.
_PROFESSIONS--LAW._
Quid leges sine moribus
Vanæ proficiunt?
_Horace_ [Lib. III. _Od._ XXIV. vv. 35-6].
Væ misero mihi!
Mea nunc facinora aperiuntur, clam quæ speravi fore.
[Plaut. _Trucul._ Act IV. Sc. 3, vv. 20-1].
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