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Matthew Green
British
Poet
About the author
Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Talk
#Honor
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Play
#Mind
#Pleas
They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Politics
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Heart
Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Experience
#Providence
#Common sense
Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.
Matthew Green,
British
Poet
#Authority