The LORD and the BRAMBLE Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea 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. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 116-118. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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The LORD and the BRAMBLE TO view his stately Walks and Groves , A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on ; but as he roves , His Foe the slighted Bramble proves , And stops his eager Pace . That Shrub was qualify'd to Bite ; And now there went a Tale , That this injurious partial Wight Had bid his Gard'ner rid it quite , And throw it o'er the Pail . Often the Bry'r had wish'd to speak , That this might not be done ; But from the Abject and the Weak , Who no important Figure make , What Statesman does not run ? But clinging now about his Waste , Ere he had time to fly , My Lord ( quoth he ) for all your haste , I'll know why I must be displac'd , And 'mongst the Rubbish lie . Must none but buffle-headed Trees Within your Ground be seen ? Or tap'ring Yews here court the Breeze , That , like some Beaux whom Time does freeze , At once look Old and Green ? I snarl , 'tis true , and sometimes scratch A tender-footed Squire ; Who does a rugged Tartar catch , When me he thinks to over-match , And jeers for my Attire . As to Yourself , who 'gainst me fret , E'en give this Project o'er : For know , where'er my Root is set , These rambling Twigs will Passage get , And vex you more and more . No Wants , no Threatnings , nor the Jail Will curb an angry Wit : Then think not to chastise , or rail ; Appease the Man , if you'd prevail , Who some sharp Satire writ .