Ah, then I own my self wholly blest
State Affair Simplicity
Has my Felicity,
Robb'd to a high Degree of sweet Delight,
High, Low, jangling all in a hurry,
Nothing witty, nothing gay,
Politicks rule e'ry Day,
Nor can the dear Bottle relieve the Night.
He to Court that wanders
Walks in Meanders,
Treading the Maez of Detraction and Slanders;
In the Hall the News is
Hot from both Houses,
Some Statesman snapt to his Tryal comes,
Coffee Citts do prattle,
Smoak, Tope, and Tattle,
Telling a foreign Lye of some great battle;
Of the Czar's prevailing,
Who we taught Sailing,
And gave a Rod to lash all our Bums,
Poland's Ability,
Prussia's Hostility,
Make no Account of bold Sweden's Frowns,
War, War, regale the Glory Lover,
Let but my Cœlia be mine,
Happiness I'll ne'er resign,
Or change for the State of the Northern Crowns.
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