Classic Poem

Written by Colley Cibber Esq. Poet Laureate .

God prosper long our gracious King,
Now sitting on the throne;
Who leads this nation in a String ,
And governs all but One .

This is the day when right or wrong,
I C OLLEY B AYS , Esquire,
Must for my sack indite a song,
And thrum my venal lyre.

Not he who ruled great Judah's realm,
Y-clyped Solomon,
Was wiser than Our's at the helm,
Or had a wiser Son.

He raked up wealth to glut his till,
In drinking, w — s, and houses;
Which wiser G — e can save to fill
His pocket, and his spouse's.

His head with wisdom deep is fraught,
His breast with courage glows;
Alas, how mournful is the thought
He ever should want foes!

For, in his heart he loves a drum,
As children love a rattle;
If not in field, in drawing-room,
He daily sounds to battle.

The Q — n. I also pray, God save!
His consort plump and dear;
Who, just as he is wise and brave ,
Is pious and sincere .

She 's courteous, good, and charms all folks,
Loves one as well as t'other;
Of Arian and of Orthodox
Alike the nursing-mother.

Oh! may she always meet success
In every scheme and job;
And still continue to caress
That honest statesman, B OB .

God send the P — , that babe of grace,
A little w — and horse;
A little meaning in his face,
And money in his purse.

Heaven spread o'er all his family
That broad illustrious glare;
Which shines so flat in ev'ry eye,
And makes them all so stare .

All many gratis , boy and miss,
And still increase their store;
As in beginning was, now is,
And shall be ever more.

But oh! ev'n Kings must die, of course,
And to their heirs be civil;
We poets, too, on winged-horse,
Must soon post to the devil:

Then, since I have a son, like you,
May he Parnassus rule;
So shall the Crown and Laurel, too,
Descend from F — l to F — 1!