text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Still to be serious, Pitt, before we part:
Let Mercy melt the mill-stone of thy heart
[1].
How nobler far, for honest fame to toil,
And change a kingdom's curses for a smile!
Yet, if resolv'd to worry wigs and hair,
And, Herod-like, not little children spare,
Say (for methinks the land has much to dread)
How long in safety may we wear the head?
Enough our necks have bow'd beneath the yoke;
Enough our sides have felt the goad and stroke;
Then cease to make, by further irritation,
Our patience the sole rock of thy salvation.

Notes

1. I principally allude in this place to the political character of this statesman, which is rather marked with severity. As for the domestic, it possesses some traits belonging to the Jolly God. Even Parliament last year saw him enter the walls of St. Stephen, arm in arm with his dear colleague and constant companion honest Harry Dundas; both fortunately conducted to the Treasury Bench without a fall, by the boozing reeling deity, where 'Palinurus nodded at the helm.'",2014-03-03 17:45:14 UTC,"""Still to be serious, Pitt, before we part: / Let Mercy melt the mill-stone of thy heart.""",2006-12-12 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mill"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16366,6188