Thomas Chatterton – A New Song.

Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right wayMy notions and actions run far.How can my ideas do other but stray,Deprived of their ruling North-Star? A blame me not, Broderip, if mounted aloft,I chatter and spoil the dull air;How can I imagine thy foppery soft,When discord’s the voice of my fair? If Turner remitted…