SONG TO MR. G. CATCOTT. 1769. Thomas Chatterton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T48948 K045459.000 Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. A Supplement to the Miscellanies of Thomas Chatterton London printed for T. Becket, in Pall-Mall; Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, and Their Royal Highnesses the Princes. MDCCLXXXIV. 1784 pp. 39-41. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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SONG TO MR. G. CATCOTT . 1769. 1. AH blame me not , Catcott , if from the right way My notions and actions run far . How can my ideas do other but stray , Depriv'd of the ruling North Star ? 2. Ah blame me not , Broderip , if mounted aloft , I chatter and spoil the dull air ; How can I imagine thy foppery soft , When discord's the voice of my fair ? 3. If Turner remitted my bluster and rhymes , If Harding was girlish and cold , If never an ogle was met from Miss Grimes , If Flavia was blasted and old ; 4. I chose without liking , and left without pain , Nor welcom'd the frown with a sigh ; I scorn'd , like a monkey , to dangle my chain , And paint them new charms with a lie . 5. Once Cotton was handsome ; I flam'd , and I burn'd , I died to obtain the bright Queen ; But when I beheld my Epistle return'd , By Jesu it alter'd the scene . 6. She's damnable ugly , my Vanity cried , You lie , says my Conscience , you lie ; Resolving to follow the dictates of Pride , I'd view her a hag to my eye . 7. But should she regain her bright lustre again , And shine in her natural charms , 'Tis but to accept of the works of my pen , And permit me to use my own arms .