Transcriber’s note
All original spellings and punctuation have been retained, except as noted.
NO
ABOLITION
OF
SLAVERY;
OR THE
UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE:
A
P O E M.
Facit indignatio versus. Horat.
Omnia vincit amor. Ovid.
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ERRATUM.
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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.
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?
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’d1,10
In Westminster’s superb alcove
Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2.
Day after day indignant swells
His generous breast, while still he hears
Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15
Which stir his bile and g
But not like Jove with thunder grac’d1,10
In Westminster’s superb alcove
Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2.
Day after day indignant swells
His generous breast, while still he hears
Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15
Which stir his bile and g
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