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Verses On The Revival Of The Order Of The Bath Post by :access2000 Category :Poems Author :Jonathan Swift Date :August 2011 Read :2758

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Verses On The Revival Of The Order Of The Bath

Verses On The Revival Of The Order Of The Bath, During Walpole's Administration(1), A. D. 1725


Quoth King Robin, our ribbons I see are too few
Of St. Andrew's the green, and St. George's the blue.
I must find out another of colour more gay,
That will teach all my subjects with pride to obey.
Though the exchequer be drain'd by prodigal donors,
Yet the king ne'er exhausted his fountain of honours.
Men of more wit than money our pensions will fit,
And this will fit men of more money than wit.
Thus my subjects with pleasure will obey my commands,
Though as empty as Younge, and as saucy as Sandes
And he who'll leap over a stick for the king,
Is qualified best for a dog in a string.


(Footnote 1: See Gulliver's Travels, "Prose Works," ii, 40. Also my "Wit and Wisdom of Lord Chesterfield" and "Life of Lord Chesterfield" for a ballad on the order.--_W. E. B._)


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