Talk:Nicholas Vansittart, 1st Baron Bexley
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This poem was written in his honor, in response to this remark from Lord Bexley's Letter to the Freeholders of Kent: "We are told that the bigots are growing old and fast wearing out. If it be so, why not let us die in peace?" --
Stop, Intellect, in mercy stop, Ye curst Improvements cease: And let poor Nick Vansittart drop Into his grave in peace.
Hide, Knowledge, hide thy rising sun -- Young Freedom, veil thy head; Let nothing good be thought or done Till Nick Vansittart's dead.
Take pity on a dotard's fears, Who much light doth detest; And let his last few drivelling years Be dark as were the rest.
Ye Liberals, whate'er your plan, Be all reforms suspended; In compliment to dear old Van, Let nothing bad be mended.
Ye Papists, whom oppression wrings, Your cry politely cease, And fret your hearts to fiddle-strings, That Van may "die in peace".
Churchh 15:00, 21 March 2006 (UTC)

