Difference between revisions of "Poems on Witty Subjects in Congress"

To works supererogation
By others, some owe their salvation.
To what the good yankees are doing
Their duty beyond, we owe ruin.

For the two first Lines the author alludes to the Roman Catholics—
In the two first last to the additional Pay, and Bounty of given to
the Soldiers by the Eastern States.

As by works supererogatory
Rom. Caths. are saved from purgatory,
So by what the Yankees good are doing
Buckskins will save from utter ruin.

Instead of controlling our Mary's cross humour
You give what she asks you. Nay, you would do more
For the First Virginia, instead of a manly nobly persisting
Gives up to Mary one Roll for enlisting.
Mary then rising in her wild Demands
The Virginia lays open the Claims about Lands
Nay, more abounding in Supererogation,
She too proposes the Mode of Taxation
To leave as it was before it was debated
For perhaps by this forward might Mary'll be sated.
Pray, what is the Cause of this Indulgence so great
Where Discord and Jarring subsisted of late?
Ill tell you, my Friend, 'tis a truth very serious:
Interest will join States of Sentiments various.

For farms in Utopia, the moon, or some fairyland
Compensations more worth were offered by Maryland.
In this it's denied our sister's cross humor'd,
Whatever by juntos or patriots be rumor'd.
Her brave men must fight, bleed, and suffer as others,
Leave orphans their dear babes and childless their mothers,
Give full many a fair Penelope heartaches,
Whilst their country of their virtuous earnings partakes
A very small pittance. Why this noise and stir then,
If, lest her shoulders bear too much of the burden,
She reject your unequal mode of taxation,
Demonstrate by numbers, without relaxation,
That ruin is doom'd her, and cries in distraction
She'll yield to the Old, not the New, English faction?
With candor attend to her effiagitation,
And these two demands grant without hesitation.
Virginia must feel for any neighbor oppress'd,
Cannot easy remain til the mischief's suppress'd;

Like a Babbler ambitious of some little fame
I follow when Freeman hath started the Game,
But when hunted down poor Puss sinks and dies
I give up to Freeman his Right to the Prize
Let Wythe take the Laurel his Genius demands
I ask but this Book to be classed with his Friends.

With one epigram, though well hit off,
You must not expect, sir, to get off.
I can't for my life give o'er scribbling,
Except whilst I'm dreaming or quibbling.
Scribendi tam dira cupido,^[3]
Quam amor quo consumpta Dido.^[4]
If Howe, hither marching, friend Ell'ry,
Were near with his train of artill'ry
And bells in the city were chiming,
This strange cacoëthes of rhyming
Would not cease. Tell me not, in answer,
You can't write. It's known you well can, sir,
Proceed then; or haec tibi cura,^[5]
I shall draw your caricatura.
If who's the author, dubitatur?
He's your correspondent, Nugator.^[6]

Unless you will take one Line for your Ten
I shall never pay you, and indeed I shan't then.
For to form One good Clink and invita Minerva,^[7]
I must ransack turn my poor Brains all quite topsy, turvy.
While you with a Portion of Latin and Greek
As n an An hundred good lines can easily make
As the Virginian Tully^[8] can speak.
The muses will readily yield up their Charms
To the Poet that dreads not the Thunder of Arms
They'll favour the brave the youthfull the blythe
Will fly from an Ellery and caress a Wythe
Compelled thus to rhime in my own Defense
These Lines are dictated a Lege Natura
Pray then forbear Sir, your Caricatura
I most humbly submit to your Candour and Sense.
What thus is forced from Me Lege magna Natura^[9]
And beg you would forbear Sir your Caricatura

You've not only quitted your arrear
But check'd my poetical career.
I flatter'd myself that Apollo
Had told me the Muses to follow.
But they to Parnassus retiring
And frowning forbade my aspiring,
Rejected my awkward addresses,
Bestow'd on my rival caresses,
Made mirth of my passion for soaring,
And laugh'd at my anguish and roaring.
Whilst you mount with wing Pegasean
And, triumphing, sing Io Paean,^[10]
With eyes full of envy and surprise,
The laurel, I see, becomes your prize.
My latin and greek not a bawbee
I value (Think not I bedaub ye
With praise, though this seems that way leaning)
When one of your couplets more meaning
Fine sense and true humour you fling in,
Than twenty of mine I can bring in.

Some mere poetaster call Tully,
In for a naggering bully;
Most others a speaker persuasive,
In reasoning though sometimes evasive
Did you, making me his compeer, Sir,
An irony mean, or a sneer, Sir?

The gen'rous Idea your last Peice [sic] expresses
Instead of exciting my Ardour, depresses.
The Muses I know by Experience are Gilts
And he moves unsafely who moves upon Stilts.
When my Fancy was young I asked of those Lasses
To aid my Ascent up the Mount of Parnassus,
They told me to follow but as swift as the Wind
They gained its high Top and left me behind.
Thus jellied I labour'd but quickly I found
My Tread was too clumsy for poetick Ground.
And wanting their Aid to assist my weak Passes
I bid an Adieu to the Mount of Parnassus.
Since that contented with Limitation
Sometimes Ive attempted an humble Translation,
Inspired with an Ardour deriv'd from gay Bacchus,
Of an Ecologue of Mars or some Ode of Flacus.
Sometimes too when a Genius hath started Ideas
I've made use of his Hints ut nuper to videa.^[11] Like a Babbler ambitious of some little Fame
And But when hunted down poor Puss sinks and dies I give up to Freeman his Right to the Prize. Let Wythe take the Laurel his Genius demands I ask but this Book to be rank'd class'd with his Friends.

Attend all ye People of wry degree
No longer pretend that your Country youll free
Declare for your Treasons a hearty Contrition
Regard as you tender your lives Admonition
E're too late to flee from impending Perdition
Who like me to the thing Allegiance will swear
And future Submission to Congress forbear
Leave all his old Friends to the Parliaments Fury
Let Rebels be hang'd without Judge or Jury
Escapes condemnation to gibbet or halter
Nor need forfeiture fear unless times should alter.