A Nineteenth Century Satire
It is my purpose in the following rhymes
To pen my thoughts respecting Modern times;
Yet not to flatter, as the fashion goes,
With empty compliments, but to expose
The hollowness of our advancing Age,
And with its false pretences warfare wage;
To plainly deal with men, and things and deeds,
With Fashion, Parties, Politics and Creeds,
With Humbug, Shams, Hypocrisy and Puff,
Of which, methinks this Age has had enough!
To utter thoughts in words that may displease
The sons of folly, luxury and ease.
The men of commerce, politics and law.
The purse-proud millionaire and man of straw;
And leave to servile simpletons the praise
Of Modern times, in namby-pamby lays:
