Heartless Folly

Pray, Richard, do you think it right To act as you did Tuesday Night And make of Age a Mock? The Admiral, whose Legs you tied Whilst he was sitting by my side, Is indisposed from Shock.

As he fell prone upon the Floor I saw you spying through the Door With pert and shameless Smile; His Daughters kind, who tend his Couch, With one accord do freely vouch They marked your Purpose vile.

E’en barbarous Turk or Cariboo, Or poor idolatrous Hindoo Before such Act would pause; What should you feel if Admiral Bligh Were taken from us to the Sky And you should be the Cause?

Oh! wretched Boy, Elisha’s Bears May even now be on the Stairs Your Punishment to give: For those the Aged who offend Are like to come to fearful End, Or else in Chains to live.