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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apology To Dr. Clayton, Bishop Of Killala, And His Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lord of Killala, I find to my Sorrow,<br>I can't have the Honour I hop'd for, Tomorrow.<br>But why I'm so wretched, my Friend must rehearse;<br>For I never can write my Vexations in Verse.<br>Disappointments are sent to poor Mortals to show,<br>'Tis in vain to expect to be happy below.<br>Yet you've a fair Prospect, it must be confess'd,<br>Who with Fortune, and Station, and Delia are bless'd;<br>With Delia, whose Soul is so fitted for you,<br>Who shares, with such Pleasure, the Good which you do;<br>Who visits your See with far other Designs,<br>Than conning your Rent--rolls, and raising your Fines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer let Rome her old Argument boast,<br>That by Marriage the End of the Priesthood is lost;<br>That, toil'd and entangled in Family Cares,<br>The Clergy forget their celestial Affairs:<br>For, had she known Delia, she must have confess'd,<br>That the Church, in the Marriage of Prelates, was bless'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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I can't have the Honour I hop'd for, Tomorrow.
But why I'm so wretched, my Friend must rehearse;
For I never can write my Vexations in Verse.
Disappointments are sent to poor Mortals to show,
'Tis in vain t..."></div>
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