A SONG for the NEW YEAR
The Old year is ended, and what shall we do?
Discreetly consider to go through the New;
While compliments pass still one from the other,
From Father to son, from sister to brother,
Let the muse without personal satire or gall,
Declare what he wishes, and wishes to all.
May folly and vice all be banished the nation,
And virtue and truth have a free toleration;
May Scoundrels and Villains have what they deserve,
And the poor, though they’re poor, be obliged not to starve.
May our Statesman agree, and our Placements be true,
And then the Old year will be worse than the New.