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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ninth Ode of the Third Book of Horace Imitated</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1736. Donec gratus eram tibi.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst in each of my schemes you most heartily join'd, <br>And help'd the worst jobs that I ever design'd, <br>In pamphlets, in ballads, in senate, at table, <br>Thy satire was witty, thy counsel was able. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>WILLIAM PULTENEY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst with me you divided both profit and care, <br>And the plunder and glory did equally share; <br>Assur'd of his place, if my fat friend should die, <br>The Prince of Wales was not so happy as I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harry Pelham is now my support and delight, <br>Whom we bubble all day, and we joke on at night; <br>His head is well furnish'd, his lungs have their merit, <br>I would venture a rope to advance such a spirit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>WILLIAM PULTENEY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I too have a Harry more useful than yours, <br>Writes verses like mad, and will talk you whole hours; <br>I would bleed by the hatchet, or swing by the cord, <br>To see him once more in his robes, like a lord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what if this quarrel was kindly made up? <br>Would you, my dear Willy, accept of a sup? <br>If the queen should confess, you had long been her choice, <br>And you knew it was I who had spoke in her voice? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>WILLIAM PULTENEY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though my Harry's so gay, so polite, and so civil, <br>You rude as a bear, and more proud than the devil, <br>I gladly would drop him, and laugh in your ear <br>At the fools we have made for this last dozen year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a><div class=q>
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SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.

Whilst in each of my schemes you most heartily join'd, 
And help'd the worst jobs that I ever design'd, 
In pamphlets, in ballads, in senate, at table, 
Thy satire was witty, thy counsel was abl..."></div>
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