Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent (Роберт Крэггз, граф Ньюджент)
Epigram 12. WE thought you without titles great
WE thought you without titles great, And wealthy with a small estate; While by your humble self alone, You seem unrated and unknown. But now on fortune's swelling tide High-borne, in all the pomp of pride; Of grandeur vain and fond of pelf, 'Tis plain, my lord, you knew yourself.
Robert Craggs, Earl Nugent’s other poems:
- Epigram 2. SInce first you knew my am’rous smart
- Epigram 1. I Lov’d thee beautiful and kind
- Epigram 5. THO’ cheerful, discreet, and with freedom well bred
- Epigram 14. TOM thought a wild profusion great
- Epigram 10. WHILE Lucy, chaste as mountain snows
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