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Squire Baldwin rose with deep intent | Squire Baldwin rose with deep intent | ||
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I gloried in my situation | I gloried in my situation | ||
I own my features might betray | I own my features might betray | ||
Peculiar joy I felt that day | |||
I glory when my mind is feasted | I glory when my mind is feasted | ||
With dainties it has seldom tasted | With dainties it has seldom tasted | ||
When reason chooses Foxe's tongue | When reason chooses Foxe's tongue | ||
To be more rapid, clear, and strong | To be more rapid, clear, and strong: | ||
When from his classic urn Burke pours | When from his classic urn Burke pours | ||
His copious stream o'er banks of flowers; | His copious stream o'er banks of flowers; | ||
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And if his Lordship rise to speak | And if his Lordship rise to speak | ||
Then wit and argument awake | Then wit and argument awake | ||
see Davis's life of Garrick | see Davis's life of Garrick | ||
Now whether I were Wig or Tory | Now whether I were Wig or Tory | ||
This was a time for me to glory | This was a time for me to glory | ||
My | My Glory further still extends, | ||
For most of these I call my friends. | For most of these I call my friends. | ||
But if Squire Baldwin you were hurt | But if Squire Baldwin you were hurt | ||
To see me, as you thought, so pert | To see me, as you thought, so pert | ||
You might have punish'd my transgression | You might have punish'd my transgression | ||
And damn'd all ardour of expression | And damn'd all ardour of expression. | ||
Latest revision as of 06:33, 23 July 2017
By Mr Garrick on Mr Baldwin _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Squire Baldwin rose with deep intent And notified to the Parliament That I, it was a shame and sin When others were shut out, got in. Asserting in his wise oration I gloried in my situation I own my features might betray Peculiar joy I felt that day I glory when my mind is feasted With dainties it has seldom tasted When reason chooses Foxe's tongue To be more rapid, clear, and strong: When from his classic urn Burke pours His copious stream o'er banks of flowers; When Barry stern with accents deep Calls up Lord North, and murders sleep And if his Lordship rise to speak Then wit and argument awake
see Davis's life of Garrick
Now whether I were Wig or Tory This was a time for me to glory My Glory further still extends, For most of these I call my friends. But if Squire Baldwin you were hurt To see me, as you thought, so pert You might have punish'd my transgression And damn'd all ardour of expression.