No Abolition of Slavery / Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem

Facit indignatio versus. Horat.
Omnia vincit amor. Ovid.
LONDON: PRINTED FOR R. FAULDER, IN NEW BOND STREET. MDCCXCI.
Entered at Stationer’s Hall


——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?
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.20
Pedantick pupil of old Sherry, Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry, If not by tedious languor wrung—45 Hold thy intolerable tongue.
Go we to the Committee room, There gleams of light conflict with gloom, While unread rheams in chaos lye, Our water closets to supply.
Windham, I won’t suppress a gibe. Whilst Thou art with the whining tribe; Thou who hast sail’d in a balloon, And touch’d, intrepid, at the moon,80 (Hence, as the Ladies say you wander, By much too fickle a Philander:) Shalt Thou, a Roman free and rough, Descend to weak blue stocking stuff, And cherish feelings soft and kind,85 Till you emasculate your mind.