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No Abolition of Slavery Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem   By: (1740-1795)

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NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY;

OR THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE:

A P O E M.

Facit indignatio versus. HORAT.

Omnia vincit amor. OVID.

LONDON: PRINTED FOR R. FAULDER, IN NEW BOND STREET. MDCCXCI.

[Price One Shilling and Sixpence.]

Entered at Stationer's Hall

ERRATUM.

P. 13, l. 7, for mighty read magick.

TO THE RESPECTABLE BODY OF WEST INDIA PLANTERS AND MERCHANTS,

THE FOLLOWING POEM IS INSCRIBED BY

THE AUTHOUR.

NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY: OR, THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE.

ADDRESSED TO MISS .

Most pleasing of thy sex, Born to delight and never vex; Whose kindness gently can controul My wayward turbulence of soul.

Pry'thee, my dearest, dost thou read, 5 The Morning Prints , and ever heed MINUTES, which tell how time's mispent, In either House of Parliament?

See T , with the front of Jove! But not like Jove with thunder grac'd{1}, 10 In Westminster's superb alcove Like the unhappy Theseus plac'd{2}. Day after day indignant swells His generous breast, while still he hears Impeachment's fierce relentless yells, 15 Which stir his bile and grate his ears.

And what a dull vain barren shew ST. STEPHEN'S luckless Chapel fills; Our notions of respect how low, While fools bring in their idle Bills. 20

Noodles{3}, who rave for abolition Of th' African's improv'd condition {4}, At your own cost fine projects try; Dont rob from pure humanity .

Go, W , with narrow scull, 25 Go home, and preach away at Hull, No longer to the Senate{5} cackle, In strains which suit the Tabernacle; I hate your little wittling sneer, Your pert and self sufficient leer, 30 Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip, Insects will gnaw the noblest ship; Go, W , be gone, for shame, Thou dwarf, with a big sounding name.

Poor inefficient B , we see 35 No capability in thee, Th' immortal spirit of thy Sire Has borne away th' æthereal fire, And left thee but the earthy dregs, Let's never have thee on thy legs; 40 'Tis too provoking, sure, to feel, A kick from such a puny heel.

Pedantick pupil of old Sherry, Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry, If not by tedious languor wrung 45 Hold thy intolerable tongue.

Drawcansir DOLBEN would destroy Both slavery and licentious joy; Foe to all sorts of planters {6}, he Will suffer neither bond nor free . 50

Go we to the Committee room, There gleams of light conflict with gloom, While unread rheams in chaos lye, Our water closets to supply.

What frenzies will a rabble seize 55 In lax luxurious days, like these; THE PEOPLE'S MAJESTY, forsooth, Must fix our rights, define our truth; Weavers{7} become our Lords of Trade, And every clown throw by his spade, 60 T' instruct our ministers of state, And foreign commerce regulate: Ev'n bony Scotland with her dirk, Nay, her starv'd presbyterian kirk {8}, With ignorant effrontery prays 65 Britain to dim the western rays, Which while they on our island fall Give warmth and splendour to us all.

See in a stall three feet by four, Where door is window, window door, 70 Saloop a hump back'd cobler drink; "With him the muse shall sit and think;" He shall in sentimental strain, That negroes are oppress'd , complain... Continue reading book >>




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