Most pleasing of thy sex, Born to delight and never vex; Whose kindness gently can controul My wayward turbulence of soul. Pry’thee, my dearest, dost thou read,5 The Morning Prints, and ever heed Minutes, which tell how time’s mispent, In either House of Parliament? See T——, with the front of Jove!But not like Jove with thunder grac’d1,10 In Westminster’s superb alcove Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2. Day after day indignant swells His generous breast, while still he hears Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15 Which stir his bile and grate his ears. And what a dull vain barren shew St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills; Our notions of respect how low, While fools bring in their idle Bills.
Most pleasing of thy sex, Born to delight and never vex; Whose kindness gently can controul My wayward turbulence of soul. Pry’thee, my dearest, dost thou read,5 The Morning Prints, and ever heed Minutes, which tell how time’s mispent, In either House of Parliament? See T——, with the front of Jove!But not like Jove with thunder grac’d1,10 In Westminster’s superb alcove Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2. Day after day indignant swells His generous breast, while still he hears Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15 Which stir his bile and grate his ears. And what a dull vain barren shew St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills; Our notions of respect how low, While fools bring in their idle Bills.