Give then, poor tinkling bellman of four-score, Thou lift'st, TO SPIT AT HEAVEN, thy palsied head, To wake for ever in THE WORLD TO COME, Wake to meet HIM whose "Ord'nance thou hast slaved,"* Whose Mercy slighted, and whose Justice braved! For ME-Why should'st thou with abortive toil, Waste the poor remnant of thy sputtering oil, In filth and falsehood? Ignorant and absurd! Pause from thy pains, and take my closing word; 170 Thou canst not think, nor have I power to tell, How much I SCORN and LOATH thee-so, farewell! the lust-dieted man That slaves thy ord'nance, &c. London: Printed by W. Bulmer and Co. Cleveland-row, St. James's. KING LEAR. The borrower must return this item on or before the last date stamped below. If another user places a recall for this item, the borrower will be notified of the need for an earlier return. Non-receipt of overdue notices does not exempt the borrower from overdue fines. Please handle with care. Thank you for helping to preserve library collections at Harvard. |