PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . his Raving replydjThe Savage malicioufly fung, And jokd while the Stockjobber cryd* To Mountains and Rocks he complaind. His Cravat was bathd with his Tears 5The Satyr drew near like a Friend, And bid him abandon his he, Have ye been at the Sea, And met with a contrary Wind,l[ That you rail at fair Fortune fo free, Dont blame the poor Goddefs, fhes blind. [* Come hold up thy Head foolifh Wight, 1*11 teach thee the Lofs to retrieve ;«[ Obferve me this Project aright, 11 And think not of hanging, but lire* Hs- C 27« 1j|j Eecatiffa, conceited and old, AfFe&S in h
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