Dr Young to the Maccaronies

Dr. Young to the MACCARONIES.                        

YE well array’d! ye Lilies of our land!
Ye Lilies Male! who neither toil nor spin,
(As Sister Lilies might) if not so wise
As Solomon, more sumptuous to the sight!
Ye delicate! who nothing can support,
Yourselves most insupportable! for whom
The winter rose must blow, the sun put on
A brighter beam in Leo; silky-soft
Favmius breathe still softer, or be chid;
And other worlds send odours, sauce, and song;
And robes, and notions, fram’d in foreign looms!
Ye Maccaronies of our age! who deem
One moment unamus’d, a misery
Not made for feeble man! who call aloud
For ev’ry bauble, drivel’d o’er by sense;
For Rattles, and conceits of ev’ry cast,
For change of follies, and relays of joy,
To drag your patient through the tedious length
Of a short winter’s day – say, Sages! say,
Wit’s oracles! say, dreamers of gay dreams!
How will you weather an eternal night,
Where such expedients fail?

SOURCE: The The Craftsman; or Say’s Weekly Journal, 31 October 1772. [The illustration is from a separate print.]

NOTE: For the historical background to this satire, see The Macaroni Club.

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