English poem

Written EXTEMPORE

Indeed, Mr. H—y, you live very pleasant; What you got by your Labour, you now have the Ease on't. If every fine House was as honestly gotten, 'Twou'd stand Generations, and never be rotten: But the House that is built by vile Cheating and Tricks, Soon the Timber's confounded, and moulder the Bricks.

More by Aquila Rose

To J—N C—DGE, Esq on his generous Entertainment of Sir William Keith, and his Company, at Conestogoe
To Mr. W—M C—R, on the Death of his Wife
To Richard Hill, Esq
To the Memory of his Sister, who died on his Birth-Day
Wrote in 1720
Wrote in 1721
Wrote in 1722

All 18 poems by Aquila Rose