An ODE for the NEW YEAR. Written by
Colley Cibber, Esq; Poet Laureat.
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GOD prosper long our gracious K------g,
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Now sitting on the Throne,
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Who leads this Nation in a String,
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And governs all but One.
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This is the Day when, right or wrong,
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I COLLEY BAYS, Esq;
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Must, for my Sack, indite a Song,
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And thrum my Venal Lyre.
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Not he, who rul'd great Judahs Realm,
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Ycleped Solomon,
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Was wiser than ours at the Helm,
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Or had a wiser Son.
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He rak'd up Wealth to glut his Fill,
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In Drinking, Whores, and Houses,
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Which wiser G---------E can save, to fill
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His Pocket, and his Spouse's.
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His Head with Wisdom deep is fraught,
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His Breast with Courage glows,
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Alas! how mournful is the Thought,
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He ever shou'd want Foes?
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For at his Heart he loves a Drum,
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As Children love a Rattle,
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If not in Field, in Drawing-Room,
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He daily sounds to Battle.
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The Q------n I also pray God save,
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His Consort, plump, and dear,
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Who, just as he is Wise and Brave,
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Is Pious and Sincere.
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She's courteous, good, and charms all Folks,
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Love's one as well as t'other,
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Of Arian and of Orthodox,
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Alike the Nursing Mother.
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Oh! may she always meet Success
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In ev'ry Scheme and Job,
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And still continue to caress
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That honest Statesman BOB.
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God send the P------ce, that Babe of Grace,
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A little Whore and Horse,
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A little Meaning in his Face,
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And Money in his Purse.
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Heav'n spread o'er all his Family
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That broad Illustrious Glare,
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Which shines so flat in ev'ry Eye,
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And makes 'em all so stare.
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All marry gratis, Boy, and Miss,
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All still increase their Store,
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As in Beginning was, now is,
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And shall be evermore.
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But oh! ev'n Kings must die of Course,
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And to their Heirs be civil;
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We Poets too, on winged Horse,
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Must soon ride to the Devil.
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Then since I have a Son, like You,
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May he Parnassus rule;
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So shall the Crown, and Laurel too,
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Descend from F------l to F------l.
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