To an Infidel Fashionable Writer
" Who steals my purse takes only trash "
In Shakespear's verse we read,
But he who steals my fame more rash
Has made me " poor indeed "
Then what is he who robs my heart
Of what I dearest prize,
And stabs me in the vital part
Where life immortal lies?
Insulted truth, with poignant grief
Such monstous guilt must view,
And justice, in the barb'rous thief,
Condemns th' assassin too!
In Shakespear's verse we read,
But he who steals my fame more rash
Has made me " poor indeed "
Then what is he who robs my heart
Of what I dearest prize,
And stabs me in the vital part
Where life immortal lies?
Insulted truth, with poignant grief
Such monstous guilt must view,
And justice, in the barb'rous thief,
Condemns th' assassin too!
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