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ancestors appear armies Bastard blood bold Born breed Briton brought common court crimes crown Dane derive drink England English Englishmen eternal explain fame families Fate FETTER LANE fled Fools forecast foreign forgetting Forgiving French gave gentlemen gives glories greatest grew grow half Happy head hither hundred thousand inclination infernal invade Italian kind kings kings do cease kings the sword knaves known labour land lavish laws learned less long oblivion lords lust maintain maintain'd mankind manners merit mind mixture multiplied nation native nature ne'er nobility Norman o'er oath offspring past peace Pict poor pride quickly race rail reason records reign remain Roman Satire Saxons Scots shew silent soldiers spirit strong subjects succeed supply tell they're things Titles true TRUE-BORN ENGLISHMAN tyrants vice virtue wars Whate'er whence wine wise youth
Halaman 12 - For if our virtues must in lines descend, The merit with the families would end, And intermixtures would most fatal grow ; For vice would be hereditary too ; The tainted blood would of necessity, Involuntary wickedness convey. VICE, like ill-nature, for an age or two, May seem a generation to pursue ; But virtue seldom does regard the breed, Fools do the wise, and wise men fools succeed. WHAT is't to us, what ancestors we had ? If good, what better ? or what worse, if bad ? Examples are for imitation...
Halaman 5 - Tis that from some French trooper they derive, Who with the Norman bastard did arrive : The trophies of the families appear ; Some show the sword, the bow, and some the spear, Which their great ancestor, forsooth, did wear. These in the herald's register remain, Their noble mean extraction to explain, Yet who the hero was no man can tell, Whether a drummer or a colonel : The silent record blushes to reveal Their undescended dark original.
Halaman 8 - For Englishmen to boast of generation Cancels their knowledge, and lampoons the nation. A True-born Englishman's a contradiction, In speech an irony, in fact a fiction, A banter made to be a test of fools, Which those that use it justly ridicules, A metaphor invented to express A man akin to all the universe.
Halaman 4 - William brought the Normans o'er. All these their barb'rous offspring left behind, The dregs of armies, they of all mankind; Blended with^ Britons who before were here, Of whom the Welsh ha
Halaman 4 - Welsh ha' blessed the character. From this amphibious ill-born mob began That vain ill-natured thing, an Englishman. The customs, surnames, languages, and manners Of all these nations are their own explainers : Whose relics are so lasting and so strong, They ha' left a shibboleth upon our tongue, By which with easy search you may distinguish Your Roman-Saxon-Danish Norman English.
Halaman 5 - These are the heroes that despise the Dutch, And rail at new-come foreigners so much, Forgetting that themselves are all derived From the most scoundrel race that ever lived...
Halaman 3 - WHEREVER God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there : And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation : For ever since he first debauch'd the mind, He made a perfect conquest of mankind.
Halaman 9 - The lab'ring poor, in spite of double pay, Are saucy, mutinous, and beggarly, So lavish of their money and their time, That want of forecast is the nation's crime. Good drunken company is their delight, And what they get by day they spend by night.
Halaman 10 - re guilty of, in common with mankind, Satyr, forbear ! and silently endure ! We must conceal the crimes we cannot cure. Nor shall my Verse, the brighter sex defame, For English Beauty will preserve her name ! Beyond dispute, agreeable and fair, THE TRUE BORN ENGLISHMAN.
Halaman 9 - Tis impudence and money makes a peer. INNUMERABLE city knights we know, From Blue-coat Hospitals, and Bridewell flow. Draymen and porters fill the city chair, And foot-boys magisterial purple wear. Fate has but very small distinction set Betwixt the counter and the coronet. Tarpaulin lords, pages of high renown, Rise up by poor men's valour, not their own ; Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.