"For since, my Lord, at Reason's awful bar / You plac'd Devonia's Duchess, 'mid the war / Of jarring tongues; since Satire's two-edg'd sword, / That smites alike the Peasant and the Lord, / By Genius whetted, threats its angry blow; / --I tremble at the vengeance of the Foe-- / While my starv'd Muse from your lorn Heath retires."
An Heroic Epistle to the Noble Author of the Duchess of Devonshire's Cow, a Poem
Only 1 entry in ESTC (1777).<br>
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William Combe, <u>An Heroic Epistle to the Noble Author of the Duchess of Devonshire's Cow, a Poem</u> (London: J. Bew, 1777). &lt;<a href="http://estc.bl.uk/T112281">Link to ESTC</a>&gt; &lt;<a href="http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/xtf/view?docId=chadwyck_ep/uvaGenText/tei/chep_2.2332.xml">Link to UVa E-Text Center</a>&gt;