159:92,000@@@@@| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,000[' ]| 159:92,001[A ]| Thou wise, and learned Ruler of our Isle, 159:92,002[A ]| Whose Guardian Care can all her Griefs beguile; 159:92,003[A ]| When next your generous Soul shall condescend, 159:92,004[A ]| To$9$ Instruct, or entertain your humble Friend, 159:92,005[A ]| Whether retiring from your weighty Charge, 159:92,006[A ]| On$4$ some high Theme you learnedly enlarge; 159:92,007[A ]| Of all the Ways of Wisdom reason well, 159:92,008[A ]| How RICHLEU rose, and how SEJANUS fell: 159:92,009[A ]| Or when your Brow less thoughtfully unbends, 159:92,010[A ]| Circled with SWIFT, and some delighted Friends; <10> 159:92,011[A ]| When mixing Mirth and Wisdom with your Wine, 159:92,012[A ]| Like$4$ that$6#2$ your Wit shall flow, your Genius shine, 159:92,013[A ]| Nor with less Praise the Conversation guide, 159:92,014[A ]| Than in$4$ the public Councils you decide: 159:92,015[A ]| Or when the Dean, long privileged to$9$ rail, 159:92,016[A ]| Asserts his Friend with more impetuous Zeal; 159:92,017[A ]| You hear, (whilst I sit by$5$ abashed and mute) 159:92,018[A ]| With soft Concessions shortening the Dispute; 159:92,019[A ]| Then close with kind Enquiries of my State, 159:92,020@b | ""How are your Tythes, and have they rose of late? <20> 159:92,021@b | ""Why \Christ-Church\ is a pretty Situation, 159:92,022@b | ""There are not many better in$4$ the Nation! 159:92,023@b | ""This, with your other \Things\, must yield you clear 159:92,024@b | ""Some six ~~ at least five hundred Pounds a Year. 159:92,025[A ]| SUPPOSE at such a Time, I took the Freedom 159:92,026[A ]| To$9$ speak these Truths, as plainly as you read them, 159:92,027[A ]| (You shall rejoin, my Lord, when I have replied, 159:92,028[A ]| And, if you please, my Lady shall decide.) 159:92,029@a | My Lord, I am satisfied you meant me well, 159:92,030@a | And that$3$ I am thankful, all the World can tell, <30> 159:92,031@a | But you will$1$ forgive me, if I own the Event 159:92,032@a | Is short, is very short of your Intent; 159:92,033@a | At least I feel some ills, unfelt before, 159:92,034@a | My Income less, and my Expenses more. 159:92,035@b | How Doctor! double Vicar! double Rector! 159:92,036@b | A Dignitary! with a City Lecture ~~ 159:92,037@b | What Glebes ~~ what Dues ~~ what Tythes ~~ what Fines ~~ what Rent! 159:92,038@b | Why Doctor ~~ will$1$ you never be content? 159:92,039@a | WOULD my good Lord but cast up$5$ the Account, 159:92,040@a | And see to$4$ what my Revenues amount, <40> 159:92,041@a | My Tithes ample! but my Gains so$5#1$ small, 159:92,042@a | That$3$ one good Vicarage is worth them all ~~ 159:92,043@a | And very wretched, sure, is he, that$6#1$ is double, 159:92,044@a | In$4$ nothing, but his Titles, and his Trouble. 159:92,045@a | ADD to$4$ this crying Grievance, if you please, 159:92,046@a | My Horses foundered on$4$ FERMANAGH Ways; 159:92,047@a | Ways of well-polished, and well-pointed Stone, 159:92,048@a | Where every Step endangers every Bone; 159:92,049@a | And more to$9$ raise your Pity, and your Wonder, 159:92,050@a | Two Churches ~~ twelve HIBERNIAN Miles asunder! <50> 159:92,051@a | With complicated Cures, I labour hard in$5$, 159:92,052@a | Besides whole Summers absent from my Garden! 159:92,053@a | But that$3$ the World would think I played the Fool, 159:92,054@a | I would change with CHARLY GRATTAN for$4$ his School ~~ 159:92,055@a | What fine Cascades, what Vistos might I make, 159:92,056@a | Fixed in$4$ the Centre of the IERNIAN Lake! 159:92,057@a | There might I sail delighted, smooth, and safe, 159:92,058@a | Beneath the Conduct of my good Sir RALPH: 159:92,059@a | There is not a better Steerer in$4$ the Realm; 159:92,060@a | I hope, my Lord, you will$1$ call him to$4$ the \Helm\ ~~ <60> 159:92,061@b | DOCTOR ~~ a glorious Scheme to$9$ ease your Grief! 159:92,062@b | When \Cures\ are cross, a School is a sure Relief. 159:92,063@b | You can not fail of being happy there, 159:92,064@b | The Lake will$1$ be the \Lethe\ of your Care: 159:92,065@b | The Scheme is for$4$ your Honour and your Ease! 159:92,066@b | And Doctor, I will$1$ promote it when you please. 159:92,067@b | Meanwhile, allowing Things~~ below your Merit, 159:92,068@b | Yet Doctor, you have a philosophic Spirit; 159:92,069@b | Your Wants are few, and, like$4$ your Income, small, 159:92,070@b | And you have enough to$9$ gratify them all: <70> 159:92,071@b | You have Trees, and Fruits, and Roots enough in$4$ store, 159:92,072@b | And what would a Philosopher have more? 159:92,073@b | You can not wish for$4$ Coaches, Kitchens, Cooks ~~ 159:92,074@a | ~~ My Lord, I have not enough to$9$ buy me Books ~~ 159:92,075@a | Or pray, suppose my Wants were all supplied, 159:92,076@a | Are there no$2$ Wants I should regard beside? 159:92,077@a | Whose Breast is so$5#1$ unmanned, as not to$9$ grieve, 159:92,078@a | Compassed with Miseries he can not relieve? 159:92,079@a | Who$6#2$ can be happy ~~ who$6#2$ would wish to$9$ live, 159:92,080@a | And want the Godlike Happiness to$9$ give? <80> 159:92,081@a | (That$3$ I am a Judge of this you must allow, 159:92,082@a | I had it once ~~ and I am debarred it now.) 159:92,083@a | Ask your own Heart, my Lord, if this be true ~~ 159:92,084@a | Then how unblest am I! how blest are you! 159:92,085@b | It is true ~~ but, Doctor, let us waive all that$6#2$ ~~ 159:92,086@b | Say, if you had your Wish what you would be at: 159:92,087@a | EXCUSE me, good my Lord ~~ I will$1$ not be sounded, 159:92,088@a | Nor shall your Favour by$4$ my Wants be bounded. 159:92,089@a | My Lord, I challenge nothing as my Due, 159:92,090@a | Nor is it fit I should prescribe to$4$ You. <90> 159:92,091@a | Yet this might SYMMACHUS himself avow, 159:92,092@a | (Whose rigid Rules are antiquated now) 159:92,093@a | ""My Lord, I would wish ~~ to$9$ \pay the Debts I owe\, ~~ 159:92,094@a | ""I would wish besides ~~ to$9$ \build\, and to$9$ \bestow\. 189:93,000@@@@@| 189:93,000[' ]| 189:93,000[' ]| 189:93,000[' ]| 189:93,000[' ]| 189:93,001[A ]| In$4$ ancient Times, as Bards indite, 189:93,002[A ]| (If Clerks have conned the Record right) 189:93,003[A ]| A Peacock reigned, whose glorious Sway 189:93,004[A ]| His Subjects with delight obey; 189:93,005[A ]| His Tail was beauteous to$9$ behold, 189:93,006[A ]| Replete with goodly Eyes and Gold, 189:93,007[A ]| (Fair Emblem of that$6#2$ Monarch's Guise, 189:93,008[A ]| Whose Train at once is Rich and Wise) 189:93,009[A ]| And princely ruled he many Regions, 189:93,010[A ]| By$4$ Statesmen Wise, and valiant legions. <10> 189:93,011[A ]| A Pheasant Lord, above the rest, 189:93,012[A ]| With every Grace and Talent blessed, 189:93,013[A ]| Was sent to$9$ sway with all his Skill, 189:93,014[A ]| The Sceptre of a neighbouring Hill; 189:93,015[A ]| No$2$ Science was to$4$ him unknown, 189:93,016[A ]| For$3$ all the Arts were all his own; 189:93,017[A ]| In$4$ all the living Learned read, 189:93,018[A ]| Though more delighted with the Dead: 189:93,019[A ]| (For$3$ Birds, if ancient Tales say true, 189:93,020[A ]| Had then their Popes and Homers too <20> 189:93,021[A ]| Could Read and Write in$4$ Prose and Verse, 189:93,022[A ]| And speak like$4$ *** and build like$4$ P***ce) 189:93,023[A ]| He knew their Voices and their Wings, 189:93,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ smoothest Soars, who$6#1$ sweetest Sings: 189:93,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ toils with ill-fledged Penns to$9$ climb, 189:93,026[A ]| And who$6#1$ attained the true Sublime: 189:93,027[A ]| Their Merits he could well descry, 189:93,028[A ]| He had so$5#1$ exquisite an Eye; 189:93,029[A ]| And where that$6#2$ failed to$9$ shew them clear, 189:93,030[A ]| He had as exquisite an Ear. <30> 189:93,031[A ]| It chanced, as on$4$ a Day he strayed, 189:93,032[A ]| Beneath an Academic Shade, 189:93,033[A ]| He liked amidst a thousand Throats, 189:93,034[A ]| The wildness of a Woodlark's Notes, 189:93,035[A ]| And searched, and spied, and seized his Game, 189:93,036[A ]| And took him home, and made him Tame; 189:93,037[A ]| Found him, on$4$ Trial, true, and able, 189:93,038[A ]| So$3$ cheered, and fed him at his Table. 189:93,039[A ]| Here some shrewd Critic finds I am caught, 189:93,040[A ]| And Cries out, better fed than taught ~~ <40> 189:93,041[A ]| Then jests on$4$ Game, and Tame, and reads, 189:93,042[A ]| And Jests, and so$3$ my Tale proceeds. 189:93,043[A ]| Long had he studied in$4$ the Wood, 189:93,044[A ]| Conversing with the Wise and Good; 189:93,045[A ]| His Soul with Harmony inspired, 189:93,046[A ]| With love of Truth and Virtue fired: 189:93,047[A ]| His Brother's Good, and Maker's Praise, 189:93,048[A ]| Were all the Study of his Lays: 189:93,049[A ]| Were all his Study in$4$ Retreat, 189:93,050[A ]| And now employed him with the Great. <50> 189:93,051[A ]| His Friendship was the sure Resort, 189:93,052[A ]| Of all the wretched at the Court, 189:93,053[A ]| But chiefly Merit in$4$ Distress 189:93,054[A ]| His greatest blessing was to$9$ Bless ~~ 189:93,055[A ]| This fixed him in$4$ his Patron's Breast, 189:93,056[A ]| But fired with Envy all the rest: 189:93,057[A ]| I mean, that$6#2$ noisy craving Crew, 189:93,058[A ]| Who$6#1$ round the Court incessant flew, 189:93,059[A ]| And preyed like$4$ Rooks, by$4$ Pairs, and Dozens, 189:93,060[A ]| To$9$ fill the Maws of Sons and Cousins! <60> 189:93,061[A ]| Unmoved their Heart, and chill their Blood, 189:93,062[A ]| To$4$ every thought of common good, 189:93,063[A ]| Confining every Hope and Care, 189:93,064[A ]| To$4$ their own low contracted Sphere. 189:93,065[A ]| These run him down with ceaseless Cry, 189:93,066[A ]| But found it hard to$9$ tell you why, 189:93,067[A ]| Till his own Wit and Worth supplied 189:93,068[A ]| Sufficient Matter to$9$ deride: 189:93,069[A ]| It is Envy's safest, surest rule, 189:93,070[A ]| To$9$ hide her Rage in$4$ Ridicule: <70> 189:93,071[A ]| The vulgar Eye she best beguiles, 189:93,072[A ]| When all her Snakes are decked in$4$ Smiles: 189:93,073[A ]| Sardonic Smiles, by$4$ Rancour raised! 189:93,074[A ]| Tormented most, when seeming pleased! 189:93,075[A ]| Their Spite had more than half expired, 189:93,076[A ]| Had he not wrote, what all admired; 189:93,077[A ]| What morsels had their malice wanted, 189:93,078[A ]| But that$3$ he built, and planned, and planted! 189:93,079[A ]| How had his Sense and learning grieved them, 189:93,080[A ]| But that$3$ his Charity relieved them! <80> 189:93,081[A ]| At highest worth dull malice reaches 189:93,082[A ]| As Slugs pollute the fairest peaches: 189:93,083[A ]| Envy defames, as Harpies vile 189:93,084[A ]| Devour the food, they first defile. 189:93,085[A ]| Now ask the Fruit of all his Favour ~~ 189:93,086[A ]| He was not hitherto, a Saver ~~ 189:93,087[A ]| What then could make their rage run mad? 189:93,088[A ]| Why what he hoped, not what he had ~~ 189:93,089[A ]| What Tyrants ever invented ropes. 189:93,090[A ]| Or racks, or rods to$9$ punish hopes? <90> 189:93,091[A ]| The inheritance of hope and fame, 189:93,092[A ]| Is seldom earthly wisdom's aim, 189:93,093[A ]| Or if it were, is not so$5#1$ small 189:93,094[A ]| But there is room enough for$4$ all. 189:93,095[A ]| If he but chanced to$9$ breathe a Song 189:93,096[A ]| (He seldom Sung, and never long) 189:93,097[A ]| The noisy, rude, malignant Crowd, 189:93,098[A ]| Where it was high pronounced it loud, 189:93,099[A ]| Plain Truth was pride, and what was Sillier 189:93,100[A ]| Easy and Friendly was Familiar. <100> 189:93,101[A ]| Or if he tuned his lofty lays, 189:93,102[A ]| With solemn air, to$4$ virtue's praise. 189:93,103[A ]| Alike, abusive, and erroneous, 189:93,104[A ]| They called it hoarse and unharmonious: 189:93,105[A ]| Yet so$3$ it was to$4$ Souls like$4$ theirs, 189:93,106[A ]| Tuneless as Abel to$4$ the bears! 189:93,107[A ]| A Rook with harsh malignant caw, 189:93,108[A ]| Began, was followed by$4$ a Daw; 189:93,109[A ]| (Though some who$6#1$ would be thought to$9$ know, 189:93,110[A ]| Are positive it was a Crow.) <110> 189:93,111[A ]| Jack-Daw was seconded by$4$ Tit 189:93,112[A ]| Tom-tit could write, and so$3$ he writ. 189:93,113[A ]| A Tribe of tuneless praters follow, 189:93,114[A ]| The Jay, the Magpie, and the Swallow, 189:93,115[A ]| And twenty more, their Throats let loose, 189:93,116[A ]| Down to$4$ the witless, waddling, Goose. 189:93,117[A ]| Some thought they meant to$9$ show their wit, 189:93,118[A ]| Might think so$5#2$ still ~~ but that$3$ they writ ~~ 189:93,119[A ]| Could it be Spite or Envy? ~~ No$7$ ~~ 189:93,120[A ]| Who$6#1$ did no$2$ ill, could have no$2$ Foe ~~ <120> 189:93,121[A ]| So$3$ wise Simplicity esteemed, 189:93,122[A ]| Quite otherwise true wisdom deemed; 189:93,123[A ]| This question rightly understood, 189:93,124[A ]| What more Provokes, than doing good? 189:93,125[A ]| A Soul ennobled, and refined, 189:93,126[A ]| Reproaches every baser mind: 189:93,127[A ]| As Strains exalted, and melodious, 189:93,128[A ]| Make every meaner music, odious ~~ 189:93,129[A ]| At length the Nightingale was heard, 189:93,130[A ]| For$4$ voice and wisdom long revered, <130> 189:93,131[A ]| Esteemed of all the wise, and good, 189:93,132[A ]| The Guardian Genius of the Wood: 189:93,133[A ]| He long in$4$ Discontent retired, 189:93,134[A ]| Yet not obscured but more admired; 189:93,135[A ]| His Brethren's Servile Souls disdaining, 189:93,136[A ]| He lived indignant, and complaining: 189:93,137[A ]| They now afresh provoked his choler, 189:93,138[A ]| It seems the Lark had been his Scholar, 189:93,139[A ]| A favourite Scholar always near him, 189:93,140[A ]| And oft had waked whole nights to$9$ hear him: <140> 189:93,141[A ]| Enraged he canvasses the matter, 189:93,142[A ]| Exposes all their Senseless chatter, 189:93,143[A ]| Shews him, and them in$4$ such a light, 189:93,144[A ]| As more enflames, yet quells their Spite, 189:93,145[A ]| They hear his voice, and frighted fly, 189:93,146[A ]| For$3$ rage had raised it very high, 189:93,147[A ]| Shamed by$4$ the wisdom of his notes, 189:93,148[A ]| They hide their Heads, and hush their Throats. 189:94,000@@@@@| 189:94,000[' ]| 189:94,000[' ]| 189:94,000[' ]| 189:94,000[' ]| 189:94,000[' ]| 189:94,001[' ]| Parnassus, February the twenty-seventh, 189:94,002[' ]| The Poets assembled here on$4$ the Eleventh; 189:94,003[' ]| Convened by$4$ Apollo, who$6#1$ gave them to$9$ know, 189:94,004[' ]| He would have a Vicegerent in$4$ his Empire below; 189:94,005[' ]| But declared that$3$ no$2$ Bard should this Honour inherit, 189:94,006[' ]| Till the rest had agreed he surpassed them in$4$ Merit: 189:94,007[' ]| Now this you will$1$ allow was a difficult Case, 189:94,008[' ]| For$3$ each Bard believed he had a Right to$4$ the Place; 189:94,009[' ]| So$3$ finding the Assembly grown warm in$4$ Debate, 189:94,010[' ]| He put them in$4$ Mind of his Phaeton's Fate: 189:94,011[' ]| It was urged to$4$ no$2$ Purpose, the Dispute higher rose, 189:94,012[' ]| Scarce Phoebus himself could their Quarrels compose. 189:94,013[' ]| Till at length he determined that$3$ every Bard 189:94,014[' ]| Should (each in$4$ their Turn) be patiently heard. 189:94,015[' ]| First, one who$6#1$ believed he excelled in$4$ Translation, 189:94,016[' ]| Founds his Claim on$4$ the Doctrine of Transmigration: 189:94,017[C ]| "Since the Soul of great Milton was given to$4$ me, 189:94,018[C ]| I hope the Convention will$1$ quickly agree ~~ " 189:94,019[B ]| "Agree," 189:94,019[' ]| quoth Apollo, 189:94,019[B ]| "from whence is this Fool? 189:94,020[B ]| Is he just come from reading Pythagoras at School? 189:94,021[B ]| Begone, Sir, you have got your Subscriptions in$4$ Time, 189:94,022[B ]| And given in$4$ Return neither Reason nor Rhyme." 189:94,023[B ]| "To$4$ the next," 189:94,023[' ]| says the God, 189:94,023[B ]| "though now I will$1$ not chuse you, 189:94,024[B ]| I will$1$ tell you the Reason for$4$ which$6#1$ I refuse you; 189:94,025[B ]| Love's Goddess has oft to$4$ her Parent complained, 189:94,026[B ]| Of my favouring a Bard who$6#1$ her Empire disdained, 189:94,027[B ]| That$3$ at my Instigation a Poem you writ, 189:94,028[B ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ Beauty and Youth preferred Judgment and Wit; 189:94,029[B ]| That$3$ to$9$ make you a Laureate I gave the first Voice, 189:94,030[B ]| Inspiring the Britons to$9$ approve of my Choice. 189:94,031[B ]| Jove sent her to$4$ me her Power to$9$ try; 189:94,032[B ]| The Goddess of Beauty what God can deny? 189:94,033[B ]| She forbids your Preferment, I grant her Desire, 189:94,034[B ]| Appease the fair Goddess, you then may rise higher." 189:94,035[' ]| The next that$6#1$ appeared, had good Hopes of succeeding, 189:94,036[' ]| For$3$ he merited much for$4$ his wit and his Breeding. 189:94,037[' ]| It was wise in$4$ the Britons no$2$ favour to$9$ shew him, 189:94,038[' ]| He else might expect they should pay what they owe him. 189:94,039[' ]| And therefore they prudently chose to$9$ discard 189:94,040[' ]| The Patriot, whose Merits they would not reward. 189:94,041[' ]| The God with a Smile bid his favourite advance, 189:94,042[B ]| "You were sent by$4$ Astrea her Envoy to$4$ France. 189:94,043[B ]| You bent your Ambition to$9$ rise in$4$ the State, 189:94,044[B ]| I refuse you, because you could stoop to$9$ be great." 189:94,045[' ]| Then a Bard, who$6#1$ had been a successful Translator, 189:94,046[B ]| "The Convention allows me a Versificator." 189:94,047[' ]| Says Apollo, 189:94,047[B ]| "You mention the least of your Merit, 189:94,048[B ]| By$4$ your Works it appears you have much of my Spirit; 189:94,049[B ]| I esteem you so$5#1$ well, that$3$ to$9$ tell you the Truth, 189:94,050[B ]| The greatest Objection against you is your Youth; 189:94,051[B ]| Then be not concerned you are now laid aside, 189:94,052[B ]| If you live you shall certainly one Day preside." 189:94,053[' ]| Another, low bending, Apollo thus greets, 189:94,054[D ]| "It was I taught your Subjects to$9$ walk through the Streets." 189:94,055[B ]| "You taught them to$9$ walk, why they knew it before, 189:94,056[B ]| But give me the Bard that$6#1$ can teach them to$9$ soar; 189:94,057[B ]| Whenever he claims his Right, I will$1$ confess 189:94,058[B ]| Who$6#1$ lately attempted my Style with Success; 189:94,059[B ]| Who$6#1$ writes like$4$ Apollo, has most of his Spirit, 189:94,060[B ]| And therefore it is just I distinguish his Merit; 189:94,061[B ]| Who$6#1$ makes it appear by$4$ all he has writ, 189:94,062[B ]| His Judgment alone can set Bounds to$4$ his Wit; 189:94,063[B ]| Like$4$ Virgil correct, with his own Native Ease, 189:94,064[B ]| But excels even Virgil in$4$ elegant Praise; 189:94,065[B ]| Who$6#1$ admires the Ancients, and knows it is their due, 189:94,066[B ]| Yet writes in$4$ a Manner entirely new; 189:94,067[B ]| Though none with more Ease their Depths can explore, 189:94,068[B ]| Yet whatever he wants he takes from my Store; 189:94,069[B ]| Though I am fond of his Virtues, his Pride I can see, 189:94,070[B ]| In$4$ scorning to$9$ borrow from any but me; 189:94,071[B ]| It is owing to$4$ this, that$3$ like$4$ Cynthia, his Lays 189:94,072[B ]| Enlighten the World by$4$ reflecting my Rays." 189:94,073[' ]| This said, the whole Audience soon found out his Drift, 189:94,074[' ]| The Convention was summoned in$4$ Favour of S***t.