Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times, <br /> Patron and publisher of rhymes, <br /> For thee the bard up Pindus climbs, <br /> My Murray. <br /> To thee, with hope and terror dumb, <br /> The unfledged MS. authors come; <br /> Thou printest all-and sellest some- <br /> My Murray. <br /> Upon thy table's baize so green <br /> The last new Quarterly is seen,- <br /> But where is thy new Magazine, <br /> My Murray? <br /> <br /> Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine <br /> The works thou deemest most divine- <br /> The "Art of Cookery,"and mine, <br /> My Murray. <br /> <br /> Tours, Travels, Essays, too, I wist, <br /> And Sermons, to thy mill bring grist; <br /> And then thou hast the "Navy List," <br /> My Murray. <br /> <br /> And Heaven forbid I should conclude <br /> Without "the Board of Longitude," <br /> Although this narrow paper would, <br /> My Murray. <br /> <br /> <br /> When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, <br /> Let him combat for that of his neighbours; <br /> Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, <br /> And get knock'd on the head for his labours. <br /> <br /> To do good to mankind is the chivalrous plan, <br /> And is always as nobly requited; <br /> Then battle for freedom wherever you can, <br /> And, if not shot or hang'd, you'll get knighted.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impromptus/
