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Written by Mercy Otis Warren | Create an image from this poem

Mrs. Simple after her arrival at Halifax

Modest! Polite! Genteel! Heavens what deceit
Dwells in the breast of those I termed grat!
But now too late, my shame and grief appear.
I'm lost! Undone! Stopped short in my career.
A barn my dwelling, paltry fish my food, With insuylts, scorn, and execrations lewd.
Oh sad disgrace! But this is not the worst.
I'm by my husband and my daughter cursed.
Our Bashaw, to, forever in a tease, Vents his dire spleen on us, poor refugees.
Accursed state, from towering hopes I've fell, To her with transports and such devils dwell.
One tear my injured country week for me, And for that tear, may you be ever free.
Written by Mercy Otis Warren | Create an image from this poem

Your pardon first I crave

Your pardon first I crave for this intrusion.
The topic's such it looks like a delusion; And next your candour, for I swear and vow, Such an attempt I never made till now.
But constant laughing at the Desp'rate fate, The bastard sons of Mars endur'd of late, Induc'd me thus to minute down the notion, Which put my risibles in such commotion.
By yankees frighted too! oh, dire to say! Why yankees sure at red-coats faint away! Oh, yes—They thought so too—for lack-a-day, Their gen'ral turned the blockade to a play: Poor vain poltroons—with justice we'll retort, And call them blockheads for their idle sport.