William Cowper

Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!

Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.

Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.