From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,
I will freely describe the wretch I despise;
And, if he has sense but to balance a straw,
He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw.
A wit without sense, without fancy a beau,
Like a parrot he chatters, and struts like a crow;
A peacock in pride, in grimace a baboon,
In courage a hind, in conceit a Gascon.
As a vulture rapacious, in falsehood a fox,
Inconstant as waves, and unfeeling as rocks!
As a tiger ferocious, perverse as a hog,
In mischief an ape, and in fawning a dog.
In a word, to sum up all his talents together,
His heart is of lead, and his brain is of feather:
Yet, if he has sense but to balance a straw,
He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw.
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Crazy - Tobias Smollett lived from 1721 until 1771 but I'm sure he would feel inspired by your interest in him.
Thank You for your interest in Oldpoetry too.
Von
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I love the way you put all the bad things into one. I didn't think that anyhting could have been that bad, but so good of a writing all in one. I hope you get to do more like this writing and hope you get enough inspiration.
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