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PGCJ.768.040
25 Jun 1768:41 (233)
London, March 29. The following was this morning posted up
at the Sun Fire office, in Cornhill.
BRITANNIA TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ;
Droop not, my son, thy laurels cannot fade,
Tho' venal citizens deny thee aid.
On me, on me, their barb'rous rage they turn,
My right they trample, and my altars spurn;
. . . [6 more lines]
ON JOHN WILKES, ESQ; OFFERING HIMSELF A CANDIDATE FOR THE
COUNTY OF MIDDLESEX.
Fir'd with a truly patriotic zeal
For thee, dear Wilkes, and for my country's weal,
What strange emotions in my breast I feel!
Hope, joy, and fear, alternate take their course,
. . . [12 more lines]
ON THE DEATH OF THE REVERENT MR. STERNE, AUTHOR OF TRISTRAM
SHANDY, &C.
The reign of humour, wit and sense, is o'er!
When did it end?--When Yorick was no more.
[then]
AENIGMA.
Rough from my mother's bosom first I came,
But polish'd now by art, I've gain'd a name:
The studious learned man I oft attend,
To perspicuity the greatest friend;
. . . [6 lines follow, signed] A Lady.
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