228:02,000[' ]| 228:02,000[' ]| 228:02,001[A ]| All human race would fain be wits, 228:02,002[A ]| And millions miss, for one that hits. 228:02,003[A ]| Young's universal passion, pride, 228:02,004[A ]| Was never known to spread so wide. 228:02,005[A ]| Say Britain, could you ever boast, 228:02,006[A ]| Three poets in an age at most? 228:02,007[A ]| Our chilling climate hardly bears 228:02,008[A ]| A sprig of bays in fifty years: 228:02,009[A ]| While every fool his claim alleges, 228:02,010[A ]| As if it grew in common hedges. <10> 228:02,011[A ]| What reason can there be assigned 228:02,012[A ]| For this perverseness in the mind? 228:02,013[A ]| Brutes find out where their talents lie: 228:02,014[A ]| A bear will not attempt to fly: 228:02,015[A ]| A foundered horse will oft debate, 228:02,016[A ]| Before he tries a five-barred gate: 228:02,017[A ]| A dog by instinct turns aside, 228:02,018[A ]| Who sees the ditch too deep and wide. 228:02,019[A ]| But man we find the only creature, 228:02,020[A ]| Who, led by folly, combats nature; <20> 228:02,021[A ]| Who, when she loudly cries, "Forbear", 228:02,022[A ]| With obstinacy fixes there; 228:02,023[A ]| And, where his genius least inclines, 228:02,024[A ]| Absurdly bends his whole designs. 228:02,025[A ]| Not empire to the rising sun, 228:02,026[A ]| By valour, conduct, fortune won; 228:02,027[A ]| Nor highest wisdom in debates 228:02,028[A ]| For framing laws to govern states; 228:02,029[A ]| Nor skill in sciences profound, 228:02,030[A ]| So large to grasp the circle round; <30> 228:02,031[A ]| Such heavenly influence require, 228:02,032[A ]| As how to strike the muses' lyre. 228:02,033[A ]| Not beggar's brat, on bulk begot; 228:02,034[A ]| Not bastard of a pedlar Scot; 228:02,035[A ]| Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes, 228:02,036[A ]| The spawn of Bridewell, or the stews; 228:02,037[A ]| Not infants dropped, the spurious pledges 228:02,038[A ]| Of gypsies littering under hedges, 228:02,039[A ]| Are so disqualified by fate 228:02,040[A ]| To rise in church, or law, or state, <40> 228:02,041[A ]| As he, whom Phoebus in his ire 228:02,042[A ]| Hath blasted with poetic fire. 228:02,043[A ]| What hope of custom in the fair, 228:02,044[A ]| While not a soul demands your ware? 228:02,045[A ]| Where you have nothing to produce 228:02,046[A ]| For private life, or public use? 228:02,047[A ]| Court, city, country want you not; 228:02,048[A ]| You cannot bribe, betray, or plot. 228:02,049[A ]| For poets, law makes no provision: 228:02,050[A ]| The wealthy have you in derision. <50> 228:02,051[A ]| Of state affairs you cannot smatter, 228:02,052[A ]| Are awkward when you try to flatter. 228:02,053[A ]| Your portion, taking Britain round, 228:02,054[A ]| Was just one annual hundred pound. 228:02,055[A ]| Now not so much as in remainder 228:02,056[A ]| Since Cibber brought in an attainder; 228:02,057[A ]| For ever fixed by right divine, 228:02,058[A ]| (A monarch's right) on Grub Street line. 228:02,059[A ]| Poor starveling bard, how small thy gains! 228:02,060[A ]| How unproportioned to thy pains! <60> 228:02,061[A ]| And here a simile comes pat in: 228:02,062[A ]| Though chickens take a month to fatten, 228:02,063[A ]| The guests in less than half an hour 228:02,064[A ]| Will more than half a score devour. 228:02,065[A ]| So, after toiling twenty days, 228:02,066[A ]| To earn a stock of pence and praise, 228:02,067[A ]| Thy labours, grown the critic's prey, 228:02,068[A ]| Are swallowed o'er a dish of tea; 228:02,069[A ]| Gone, to be never heard of more, 228:02,070[A ]| Gone, where the chickens went before. <70> 228:02,071[A ]| How shall a new attempter learn 228:02,072[A ]| Of different spirits to discern, 228:02,073[A ]| And how distinguish, which is which, 228:02,074[A ]| The poet's vein, or scribbling itch? 228:02,075[A ]| Then hear an old experienced sinner 228:02,076[A ]| Instructing thus a young beginner. 228:02,077[A ]| Consult yourself, and if you find 228:02,078[A ]| A powerful impulse urge your mind, 228:02,079[A ]| Impartial judge within your breast 228:02,080[A ]| What subject you can manage best; <80> 228:02,081[A ]| Whether your genius most inclines 228:02,082[A ]| To satire, praise, or humorous lines; 228:02,083[A ]| To elegies in mournful tone, 228:02,084[A ]| Or prologue "sent from hand unknown." 228:02,085[A ]| Then rising with Aurora's light, 228:02,086[A ]| The muse invoked, sit down to write; 228:02,087[A ]| Blot out, correct, insert, refine, 228:02,088[A ]| Enlarge, diminish, interline. 228:02,089[A ]| Be mindful, when invention fails, 228:02,090[A ]| To scratch your head, and bite your nails. <90> 228:02,091[A ]| Your poem finished; next your care 228:02,092[A ]| Is needful, to transcribe it fair. 228:02,093[A ]| In modern wit all printed trash, is 228:02,094[A ]| Set off with numerous breaks ~~ and dashes ~~ 228:02,095[A ]| To statesmen would you give a wipe, 228:02,096[A ]| You print it in italic type. 228:02,097[A ]| When letters are in vulgar shapes, 228:02,098[A ]| 'Tis ten to one the wit escapes; 228:02,099[A ]| But when in CAPITALS expressed, 228:02,100[A ]| The dullest reader smokes a jest. <100> 228:02,101[A ]| Or else perhaps he may invent 228:02,102[A ]| A better than the poet meant, 228:02,103[A ]| As learned commentators view 228:02,104[A ]| In Homer more than Homer knew. 228:02,105[A ]| Your poem in its modish dress, 228:02,106[A ]| Correctly fitted for the press, 228:02,107[A ]| Convey by penny post to Lintot, 228:02,108[A ]| But let no friend alive look into't. 228:02,109[A ]| If Lintot thinks 'twill quit the cost, 228:02,110[A ]| You need not fear your labour lost: <110> 228:02,111[A ]| And, how agreeably surprised 228:02,112[A ]| Are you to see it advertised! 228:02,113[A ]| The hawker shows you one in print, 228:02,114[A ]| As fresh as farthings from the mint: 228:02,115[A ]| The product of your toil and sweating; 228:02,116[A ]| A bastard of your own begetting. 228:02,117[A ]| Be sure at Will's the following day, 228:02,118[A ]| Lie snug, to hear what critics say. 228:02,119[A ]| And if you find the general vogue 228:02,120[A ]| Pronounces you a stupid rogue; <120> 228:02,121[A ]| Damns all you thoughts as low and little, 228:02,122[A ]| Sit still, and swallow down your spittle. 228:02,123[A ]| Be silent as a politician, 228:02,124[A ]| For, talking may beget suspicion: 228:02,125[A ]| Or praise the judgement of the town, 228:02,126[A ]| And help yourself to run it down. 228:02,127[A ]| Give up a fond paternal pride, 228:02,128[A ]| Nor argue on the weaker side; 228:02,129[A ]| For, poems read without a name 228:02,130[A ]| We justly praise, or justly blame: <130> 228:02,131[A ]| And critics have no partial views, 228:02,132[A ]| Except they know whom they abuse. 228:02,133[A ]| And since you ne'er provoked their spite, 228:02,134[A ]| Depend upon't their judgement's right: 228:02,135[A ]| But if you blab, you are undone; 228:02,136[A ]| Consider what a risk you run. 228:02,137[A ]| You lose your credit all at once; 228:02,138[A ]| The town will mark you for a dunce: 228:02,139[A ]| The vilest doggerel Grub Street sends 228:02,140[A ]| Will pass for yours with foes and friends. <140> 228:02,141[A ]| And you must bear the whole disgrace, 228:02,142[A ]| Till some fresh blockhead takes your place. 228:02,143[A ]| Your secret kept, your poem sunk, 228:02,144[A ]| And sent in quires to line a trunk; 228:02,145[A ]| If still you be disposed to rhyme, 228:02,146[A ]| Go try your hand a second time. 228:02,147[A ]| Again you fail, yet safe's the word, 228:02,148[A ]| Take courage and attempt a third. 228:02,149[A ]| But first with care employ your thoughts, 228:02,150[A ]| Where critics marked your former faults. <150> 228:02,151[A ]| The trivial turns, the borrowed wit, 228:02,152[A ]| The similes that nothing fit; 228:02,153[A ]| The cant which every fool repeats, 228:02,154[A ]| Town-jests and coffee-house conceits; 228:02,155[A ]| Descriptions tedious, flat and dry, 228:02,156[A ]| And introduced the Lord knows why; 228:02,157[A ]| Or where you find your fury set 228:02,158[A ]| Against the harmless alphabet; 228:02,159[A ]| On A's and B's your malice vent, 228:02,160[A ]| While readers wonder whom you meant. <160> 228:02,161[A ]| A public, or a private robber; 228:02,162[A ]| A statesman, or a South Sea jobber. 228:02,163[A ]| A prelate who no God believes; 228:02,164[A ]| A parliament, or den of thieves. 228:02,165[A ]| A house of peers, or gaming crew, 228:02,166[A ]| A griping monarch, or a Jew. 228:02,167[A ]| A pickpurse, at the bar, or bench; 228:02,168[A ]| A duchess, or a suburb wench. 228:02,169[A ]| Or oft when epithets you link, 228:02,170[A ]| In gaping lines to fill a chink; <170> 228:02,171[A ]| Like stepping stones to save a stride, 228:02,172[A ]| In streets where kennels are too wide: 228:02,173[A ]| Or like a heel-piece to support 228:02,174[A ]| A cripple with one foot too short: 228:02,175[A ]| Or like a bridge that joins a marish 228:02,176[A ]| To moorlands of a different parish. 228:02,177[A ]| So have I seen ill-coupled hounds, 228:02,178[A ]| Drag different ways in miry grounds. 228:02,179[A ]| So geographers in Afric maps 228:02,180[A ]| With savage pictures fill their gaps; <180> 228:02,181[A ]| And o'er unhabitable downs 228:02,182[A ]| Place elephants for want of towns. 228:02,183[A ]| But though you miss your third essay, 228:02,184[A ]| You need not throw your pen away. 228:02,185[A ]| Lay now aside all thoughts of fame, 228:02,186[A ]| To spring more profitable game. 228:02,187[A ]| From party merit seek support; 228:02,188[A ]| The vilest verse thrives best at court. 228:02,189[A ]| And may you ever have the luck 228:02,190[A ]| To rhyme almost as well as Duck; <190> 228:02,191[A ]| And, though you never learned to scan verse, 228:02,192[A ]| Come out with some lampoon on D'Anvers. 228:02,193[A ]| A pamphlet in Sir Bob's defence 228:02,194[A ]| Will never fail to bring in pence; 228:02,195[A ]| Nor be concerned about the sale, 228:02,196[A ]| He pays his workmen on the nail. 228:02,197[A ]| Display the blessings of the nation, 228:02,198[A ]| And praise the whole adminstration, 228:02,199[A ]| Extol the bench of bishops round, 228:02,200[A ]| Who at them rail bid God confound: <200> 228:02,201[A ]| To bishop-haters answer thus 228:02,202[A ]| (The only logic used by us), 228:02,203[A ]| What though they don't believe in Christ, 228:02,204[A ]| Deny them Protestants ~~ thou liest. 228:02,205[A ]| A prince the moment he is crowned, 228:02,206[A ]| Inherits every virtue round, 228:02,207[A ]| As emblems of the sovereign power, 228:02,208[A ]| Like other baubles of the Tower. 228:02,209[A ]| Is generous, valiant, just and wise, 228:02,210[A ]| And so continues till he dies. <210> 228:02,211[A ]| His humble senate this professes, 228:02,212[A ]| In all their speeches, votes, addresses. 228:02,213[A ]| But once you fix him in a tomb, 228:02,214[A ]| His virtues fade, his vices bloom; 228:02,215[A ]| And each perfection wrong imputed 228:02,216[A ]| Is fully at his death confuted. 228:02,217[A ]| His panegyrics then are ceased, 228:02,218[A ]| He's grown a tyrant, dunce and beast. 228:02,219[A ]| The loads of poems in his praise, 228:02,220[A ]| Ascending make one funeral blaze. <220> 228:02,221[A ]| As soon as you can hear his knell, 228:02,222[A ]| This god on earth turns devil in hell. 228:02,223[A ]| And lo, his ministers of state, 228:02,224[A ]| Transferred to imps, his levees wait: 228:02,225[A ]| Where, in the scenes of endless woe, 228:02,226[A ]| They ply their former arts below: 228:02,227[A ]| And as they sail in Charon's boat, 228:02,228[A ]| Contrive to bribe the judge's vote. 228:02,229[A ]| To Cerberus they give a sop, 228:02,230[A ]| His triple-barking mouth to stop: <230> 228:02,231[A ]| Or in the ivory gate of dreams, 228:02,232[A ]| Project Excise and South Sea schemes: 228:02,233[A ]| Or hire their party pamphleteers, 228:02,234[A ]| To set Elysium by the ears. 228:02,235[A ]| Then poet, if you mean to thrive, 228:02,236[A ]| Employ your muse on kings alive; 228:02,237[A ]| With prudence gathering up a cluster 228:02,238[A ]| Of all the virtues you can muster: 228:02,239[A ]| Which formed into a garland sweet, 228:02,240[A ]| Lay humbly at your monarch's feet; <240> 228:02,241[A ]| Who, as the odours reach his throne, 228:02,242[A ]| Will smile and think 'em all his own: 228:02,243[A ]| For law and gospel both determine 228:02,244[A ]| All virtues lodge in royal ermine. 228:02,245[A ]| (I mean the oracles of both 228:02,246[A ]| Who shall depose it upon oath.) 228:02,247[A ]| Your garland in the following reign, 228:02,248[A ]| Change but the names, will do again. 228:02,249[A ]| But if you think this trade's too base, 228:02,250[A ]| (Which seldom is the dunce's case) <250> 228:02,251[A ]| Put on the critic's brow, and sit 228:02,252[A ]| At Will's, the puny judge of wit. 228:02,253[A ]| A nod, a shrug, a scornful smile, 228:02,254[A ]| With caution used, may serve awhile. 228:02,255[A ]| Proceed no further in your part, 228:02,256[A ]| Before you learn the terms of art: 228:02,257[A ]| (For you can never be too far gone, 228:02,258[A ]| In all our modern critics' jargon.) 228:02,259[A ]| Then talk with more authentic face, 228:02,260[A ]| Of "unities, in time and place." <260> 228:02,261[A ]| Get scraps of horace from your friends, 228:02,262[A ]| And have them at your fingers' ends. 228:02,263[A ]| Learn Aristotle's rules by rote, 228:02,264[A ]| And at all hazards boldly quote: 228:02,265[A ]| Judicious Rhymer oft review: 228:02,266[A ]| Wise Dennis, and profound Bossu. 228:02,267[A ]| Read all the prefaces of Dryden, 228:02,268[A ]| For these our critics much confide in, 228:02,269[A ]| (Though merely writ at first for filling 228:02,270[A ]| To raise the volume's price, a shilling. <270> 228:02,271[A ]| A forward critic often dupes us 228:02,272[A ]| With sham quotation Peri*Hupsous: 228:02,273[A ]| And if we have not read Longinus, 228:02,274[A ]| Will magisterially outshine us. 228:02,275[A ]| Then, lest with Greek he overrun ye, 228:02,276[A ]| Procure the book with love or money, 228:02,277[A ]| Translated from Boileau's translation, 228:02,278[A ]| And quote quotation on quotation. 228:02,279[A ]| At Will's you hear a poem read, 228:02,280[A ]| Where Battus from the table head, <280> 228:02,281[A ]| Reclining on his eklbow-chair, 228:02,282[A ]| Gives judgement with decisive air. 228:02,283[A ]| To him the tribe of circling wits, 228:02,284[A ]| As to an oracle submits. 228:02,285[A ]| He gives directions to the town, 228:02,286[A ]| To cry it up, or run it down. 228:02,287[A ]| (Like courtiers, when they send a note, 228:02,288[A ]| Instructing members how to vote.) 228:02,289[A ]| He sets a stamp of bad and good, 228:02,290[A ]| Though not a word be understood. <290> 228:02,291[A ]| Your lesson learnt, you'll be secure 228:02,292[A ]| To get the name of connoisseur. 228:02,293[A ]| And when your merits once are known, 228:02,294[A ]| Procure disciples of your own. 228:02,295[A ]| For poets (you can never want 'em, 228:02,296[A ]| Spread through Augusta Trinobantum) 228:02,297[A ]| Computing by their pecks of coals, 228:02,298[A ]| Amount to just nine thousand souls. 228:02,299[A ]| These o'er their proper districts govern, 228:02,300[A ]| Of wit and humour, judges sovereign. <300> 228:02,301[A ]| In every street a city bard 228:02,302[A ]| Rules, like an alderman his ward. 228:02,303[A ]| His indisputed rights extend 228:02,304[A ]| Through all the lane, from end to end. 228:02,305[A ]| The neighbours round admire his shrewdness, 228:02,306[A ]| For songs of loyalty and lewdness. 228:02,307[A ]| Outdone by none in rhyming well, 228:02,308[A ]| Although he never learnt to spell. 228:02,309[A ]| Two bordering wits contend for glory; 228:02,310[A ]| And one is Whig, and one is Tory. <310> 228:02,311[A ]| And this, for epics claims the bays, 228:02,312[A ]| And that, for elegiac lays. 228:02,313[A ]| Some famed for numbers soft and smooth, 228:02,314[A ]| By lovers spoke in Punch's booth 228:02,315[A ]| And some as justly fame extols 228:02,316[A ]| For lofty lines in Smithfield drolls. 228:02,317[A ]| Bavius in Wapping gains renown, 228:02,318[A ]| And Maevius reigns o'er Kentish town: 228:02,319[A ]| Tigellius placed in Phoebus' car, 228:02,320[A ]| From Ludgate shines to Temple Bar. <320> 228:02,321[A ]| Harmonious Cibber entertains 228:02,322[A ]| The court with annual birthday strains; 228:02,323[A ]| Whence Gay was banished in disgrace, 228:02,324[A ]| Where Pope will never show his face; 228:02,325[A ]| Where Young must torture his invention, 228:02,326[A ]| To flatter knaves, or lose his pension. 228:02,327[A ]| But these are not a thousandth part 228:02,328[A ]| Of jobbers in the poet's art, 228:02,329[A ]| Attending each his proper station, 228:02,330[A ]| And all in due subordination; <330> 228:02,331[A ]| Through every alley to be found, 228:02,332[A ]| In garrets high, or underground: 228:02,333[A ]| And when they join their pericranies, 228:02,334[A ]| Out skips a book of miscellanies. 228:02,335[A ]| Hobbes clearly proves that every creature 228:02,336[A ]| Lives in a state of war by nature. 228:02,337[A ]| The greater for the smaller watch, 228:02,338[A ]| But meddle seldom with their match. 228:02,339[A ]| A whale of moderate size will draw 228:02,340[A ]| A shoal of herrings down his maw. <340> 228:02,341[A ]| A fox with geese his belly crams; 228:02,342[A ]| A wolf destroys a thousand lambs. 228:02,343[A ]| But search among the rhyming race, 228:02,344[A ]| The brave are worried by the base. 228:02,345[A ]| If on Parnassus' top you sit, 228:02,346[A ]| You rarely bite, are always bit: 228:02,347[A ]| Each poet of inferior size 228:02,348[A ]| On you shall rail and criticize; 228:02,349[A ]| And strive to tear you limb from limb, 228:02,350[A ]| While others do as much for him. <350> 228:02,351[A ]| The vermin only tease and pinch 228:02,352[A ]| Their foes superior by an inch. 228:02,353[A ]| So, naturalists observe, a flea 228:02,354[A ]| Hath smaller fleas that on him prey, 228:02,355[A ]| And these have smaller yet to bite 'em, 228:02,356[A ]| And so proceed ad infinitum: 228:02,357[A ]| Thus every poet in his kind, 228:02,358[A ]| Is bit by him that comes behind; 228:02,359[A ]| Who, though too little to be seen, 228:02,360[A ]| Can tease, and gall, and give the spleen; <360> 228:02,361[A ]| Call dunces, fools, and sons of whores, 228:02,362[A ]| Lay Grub Street at each other's doors: 228:02,363[A ]| Extol the Greek and Roman masters, 228:02,364[A ]| And curse our modern poetasters. 228:02,365[A ]| Complain, as many an ancient bard did, 228:02,366[A ]| How genius is no more rewarded; 228:02,367[A ]| How wrong a taste prevails among us; 228:02,368[A ]| How much our ancestors outsung us; 228:02,369[A ]| Can personate an awkward scorn 228:02,370[A ]| For those who are not poets born: <370> 228:02,371[A ]| And all their brother dunces lash, 228:02,372[A ]| Who crowd the press with hourly trash. 228:02,373[A ]| O Grub Street! How I do bemoan thee, 228:02,374[A ]| Whose graceless children scorn to own thee! 228:02,375[A ]| This filial piety forgot, 228:02,376[A ]| Deny their country like a Scot: 228:02,377[A ]| Though by their idiom and grimace 228:02,378[A ]| They soon betray their native place: 228:02,379[A ]| Yet thou hast greater cause to be 228:02,380[A ]| Ashamed of them, than they of thee. <380> 228:02,381[A ]| Degenerate from their ancient brood, 228:02,382[A ]| Since first the court allowed them food. 228:02,383[A ]| Remains a difficulty still, 228:02,384[A ]| To purchase fame by writing ill:: 228:02,385[A ]| From Flecknoe down to Howard's time, 228:02,386[A ]| How few have reached the low sublime! 228:02,387[A ]| For when our high-born Howard died, 228:02,388[A ]| Blackmore alone his place supplied: 228:02,389[A ]| And lest a chasm should intervene, 228:02,390[A ]| When death had finished Blackmore's reign, <390> 228:02,391[A ]| The leaden crown devolved to thee, 228:02,392[A ]| Great poet of the Hollow Tree. 228:02,393[A ]| But, oh, how unsecure thy throne! 228:02,394[A ]| Ten thousand bards thy rights disown: 228:02,395[A ]| They plot to turn in factious zeal, 228:02,396[A ]| Duncenia to a common-weal; 228:02,397[A ]| And with rebellious arms pretend 228:02,398[A ]| And equal privilege to descend. 228:02,399[A ]| In bulk there are not more degrees 228:02,400[A ]| From elephants to mites in cheese, <400> 228:02,401[A ]| Than what a curious eye may trace 228:02,402[A ]| In creatures of the rhyming race. 228:02,403[A ]| From bad to worse, and worse they fall, 228:02,404[A ]| But, who can reach to worst of all? 228:02,405[A ]| For, though in nature depth and height 228:02,406[A ]| Are equally held infinite, 228:02,407[A ]| In poetry the height we know; 228:02,408[A ]| 'Tis only infinite below. 228:02,409[A ]| For instance: when you rashly think, 228:02,410[A ]| No rhymer can like Welsted sink: <410> 228:02,411[A ]| His merits balanced you shall find, 228:02,412[A ]| The laureate leaves him far behind. 228:02,413[A ]| Concanen, more aspiring bard, 228:02,414[A ]| Climbs downward, deeper by a yard: 228:02,415[A ]| Smart Jemmy Moor with vigour drops, 228:02,416[A ]| The rest pursue as thick as hops: 228:02,417[A ]| With heads to points the gulf they enter, 228:02,418[A ]| Linked perpendicular to the centre: 228:02,419[A ]| And as their heels elated rise, 228:02,420[A ]| Their heads attempt the nether skies. <420> 228:02,421[A ]| O, what indignity and shame 228:02,422[A ]| To prostitute the muse's name, 228:02,423[A ]| By flattering kings whom heaven designed 228:02,424[A ]| The plagues and scourges of mankind. 228:02,425[A ]| Bred up in ignorance and sloth, 228:02,426[A ]| And every vice that nurses both. 228:02,427[A ]| Perhaps you say Augustus shines 228:02,428[A ]| Immortal made in Virgil's lines, 228:02,429[A ]| And Horace brought the tuneful choir 228:02,430[A ]| To sing his virtues on the lyre, <430> 228:02,431[A ]| Without reproach of flattery; true, 228:02,432[A ]| Because their praises were his due. 228:02,433[A ]| For in those ages kings we find, 228:02,434[A ]| Were animals of humankind, 228:02,435[A ]| But now go search all Europe round, 228:02,436[A ]| Among the savage monsters crowned, 228:02,437[A ]| With vice polluting every throne 228:02,438[A ]| (I mean all kings except our own) 228:02,439[A ]| In vain you make the strictest view 228:02,440[A ]| To find a king in all the crew <440> 228:02,441[A ]| With whom a footman out of place 228:02,442[A ]| Would not conceive a high disgrace, 228:02,443[A ]| A burning shame, a crying sin, 228:02,444[A ]| To take his morning cup of gin. 228:02,445[A ]| Thus all are destined to obey 228:02,446[A ]| Some beast of burden or of prey. 228:02,447[A ]| 'Tis sung Prometheus forming man 228:02,448[A ]| Through all the brutal species ran, 228:02,449[A ]| Each proper quality to find 228:02,450[A ]| Adapted to a human mind; <450> 228:02,451[A ]| A mingled mass of good and bad, 228:02,452[A ]| The worst and best that could be had; 228:02,453[A ]| Then from a clay of mixture base, 228:02,454[A ]| He shaped a king to rule the race, 228:02,455[A ]| Endowed with gifts from every brute, 228:02,456[A ]| Which best the regal nature suit. 228:02,457[A ]| Thus think on kings, the name denotes 228:02,458[A ]| Hogs, asses, wolves, baboons and goats, 228:02,459[A ]| To represent in figure just 228:02,460[A ]| Sloth, folly, rapine, mischief, lust. <460> 228:02,461[A ]| O! were they all but Nebuchadnezzars, 228:02,462[A ]| What herds of kings would turn to grazers. 228:02,463[A ]| Fair Britain, in thy monarch blessed, 228:02,464[A ]| Whose virtues bear the strictest test; 228:02,465[A ]| Whom never faction can bespatter, 228:02,466[A ]| Nor minister nor poet flatter. 228:02,467[A ]| What justice in rewarding merit! 228:02,468[A ]| What magnanimity of spirit! 228:02,469[A ]| How well his public thrift is shown! 228:02,470[A ]| All coffers full except his own. <470> 228:02,471[A ]| What lineaments divine we trace 228:02,472[A ]| Through all his figure, mien, and face; 228:02,473[A ]| Though peace with olive bind his hands, 228:02,474[A ]| Confessed the conquering hero stands. 228:02,475[A ]| Hydaspes, Indus, and the Ganges, 228:02,476[A ]| Dread from his hand impending changes. 228:02,477[A ]| From him the Tartar, and Chinese, 228:02,478[A ]| Short by the knees intreat for peace. 228:02,479[A ]| The consort of his throne and bed, 228:02,480[A ]| A perfect goddess born and bred. <480> 228:02,481[A ]| Appointed sovereign judge to sit 228:02,482[A ]| On learning, eloquence and wit. 228:02,483[A ]| Our eldest hope, divine Iulus, 228:02,484[A ]| (Late, very late, O, may he rule us.) 228:02,485[A ]| What early manhood has he shown, 228:02,486[A ]| Before his downy beard was grown! 228:02,487[A ]| Then think, what wonders will be done 228:02,488[A ]| By going on as he begun; 228:02,489[A ]| An heir for Britain to secure 228:02,490[A ]| As long as sun and moon endure. <490> 228:02,491[A ]| The remnant of the royal blood, 228:02,492[A ]| Comes pouring on me like a flood. 228:02,493[A ]| Bright goddesses, in number five, 228:02,494[A ]| Duke William, sweetest prince alive. 228:02,495[A ]| Now sing the minister of state, 228:02,496[A ]| Who shines alone, without a mate, 228:02,497[A ]| Observe with what majestic port 228:02,498[A ]| This Atlas stands to prop the court: 228:02,499[A ]| Intent the public debts to pay, 228:02,500[A ]| Like prudent Fabius by delay. <500> 228:02,501[A ]| Thou great viceregent of the King, 228:02,502[A ]| Thy praises every muse shall sing: 228:02,503[A ]| In all affairs thou sole director, 228:02,504[A ]| Of wit and learning chief protector; 228:02,505[A ]| Though small the time thou hast to spare, 228:02,506[A ]| The church is thy peculiar care. 228:02,507[A ]| Of pious prelates what a stock 228:02,508[A ]| You choose to rule the sable flock. 228:02,509[A ]| You raise the honour of the peerage, 228:02,510[A ]| Proud to attend you at the steerage. <510> 228:02,511[A ]| You dignify the noble race, 228:02,512[A ]| Content yourself with humbler place, 228:02,513[A ]| Now learning, valour, virtue, sense, 228:02,514[A ]| To titles give the sole pretence. 228:02,515[A ]| St George beheld thee with delight, 228:02,516[A ]| Vouchsafe to be an azure knight, 228:02,517[A ]| Who on thy breast and sides Herculean 228:02,518[A ]| He fixed the star and string cerulean. 228:02,519[A ]| Say, poet, in what other nation, 228:02,520[A ]| Shone ever such a constellation. <520> 228:02,521[A ]| Attend ye Popes, and Youngs, and Gays, 228:02,522[A ]| And tune your harps, and strow your bays. 228:02,523[A ]| Your panegyrics here provide, 228:02,524[A ]| You cannot err on flattery's side. 228:02,525[A ]| Above the stars exalt your style, 228:02,526[A ]| You still are low ten thousand mile. 228:02,527[A ]| On Lewis all his bards bestowed, 228:02,528[A ]| Of incense many a thousand load; 228:02,529[A ]| But Europe mortified his pride, 228:02,530[A ]| And swore the fawning rascals lied: <530> 228:02,531[A ]| Yet what the world refused to Lewis, 228:02,532[A ]| Applied to George exactly true is: 228:02,533[A ]| Exactly true! Invidious poet! 228:02,534[A ]| 'Tis fifty thousand times below it. 228:02,535[A ]| Translate me now some lines, if you can, 228:02,536[A ]| From Virgil, Martial, Ovid, Lucan; 228:02,537[A ]| They could all power in heaven divide, 228:02,538[A ]| And do no wrong to either side: 228:02,539[A ]| They teach you how to split a hair, 228:02,540[A ]| Give George and Jove an equal share. <540> 228:02,541[A ]| Yet, why should we be laced so straight; 228:02,542[A ]| I'll give my monarch butter-weight. 228:02,543[A ]| And reason good; for many a year 228:02,544[A ]| Jove never intermeddled here: 228:02,545[A ]| Nor, though his priests be duly paid, 228:02,546[A ]| Did ever we desire his aid: 228:02,547[A ]| We now can better do without him, 228:02,548[A ]| Since Woolston gave us arms to rout him. 228:02,000[A ]| ~~ ~~ ~~ Caetera desiderantur ~~ ~~ ~~