158:02,000@@@@@| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,000[' ]| 158:02,001[A ]| As Jove will$1$ not attend on$4$ less, 158:02,002[A ]| When things of more importance press: 158:02,003[A ]| You can not, grave sir, believe it hard, 158:02,004[A ]| That$3$ you, a low Hibernian bard, 158:02,005[A ]| Should cool your heels awhile, and wait 158:02,006[A ]| Unanswered at your patron's gate; 158:02,007[A ]| And would my Lord vouchsafe to$9$ grant 158:02,008[A ]| This one poor humble boon I want, 158:02,009[A ]| Free leave to$9$ play his secretary, 158:02,010[A ]| As Falstaff acted old King Harry: <10> 158:02,011[A ]| I would tell of yours in$4$ rhyme and print: 158:02,012[A ]| Folks shrug, and cry, "There is nothing in$4$ it." 158:02,013[A ]| And after several readings over, 158:02,014[A ]| It shines most in$4$ the marble cover. 158:02,015[A ]| How could so$5#1$ fine a taste dispense 158:02,016[A ]| With mean degrees of wit and sense? 158:02,017[A ]| Nor will$1$ my Lord so$5#1$ far beguile 158:02,018[A ]| The wise and learned of our isle; 158:02,019[A ]| To$9$ make it pass upon$4$ the nation, 158:02,020[A ]| By$4$ dint of his sole approbation. <20> 158:02,021[A ]| The task is arduous, patrons find, 158:02,022[A ]| To$9$ warp the sense of all mankind: 158:02,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ think your muse must first aspire; 158:02,024[A ]| Before he advance the Doctor higher. 158:02,025[A ]| You have cause to$9$ say he "meant you well": 158:02,026[A ]| That$3$ you "are thankful", "who$6#2$ can tell"? 158:02,027[A ]| For$3$ you are still short (which$6#1$ grieves your spirit) 158:02,028[A ]| Of his intent, you mean, your merit. 158:02,029[A ]| Ah! 7Quanto 7rectius, 7tu 7adepte, 158:02,030[A ]| 7Qui 7nil 7moliris 7tam 7inepte? <30> 158:02,031[A ]| Smedley, thou Jonathan of Clogher, 158:02,032[A ]| "When thou thy humble lays dost offer 158:02,033[A ]| To$4$ Grafton's Grace, with grateful heart; 158:02,034[A ]| Thy thanks and verse, devoid of art: 158:02,035[A ]| Content with what his bounty gave, 158:02,036[A ]| No$2$ larger income must thou crave." 158:02,037[A ]| But you must have cascades, and all 158:02,038[A ]| Ierna's lake, for$4$ your canal, 158:02,039[A ]| Your vistos, barges, and (a pox on$4$ 158:02,040[A ]| All pride) our Speaker for$4$ your coxon: <40> 158:02,041[A ]| It is pity that$3$ he can not bestow you 158:02,042[A ]| Twelve commoners in$4$ caps to$9$ row you. 158:02,043[A ]| Thus Edgar proud, in$4$ days of yore, 158:02,044[A ]| Held monarchs labouring at the oar; 158:02,045[A ]| And as he passed, so$3$ swelled the Dee 158:02,046[A ]| Enraged, as Erne would do at thee. 158:02,047[A ]| How different is this from Smedley? 158:02,048[A ]| (His name is up$5$, he may in$4$ bed lie) 158:02,049[A ]| "Who$6#1$ only asks some pretty cure, 158:02,050[A ]| In$4$ wholesome soil and aether pure; <50> 158:02,051[A ]| The garden stored with artless flowers, 158:02,052[A ]| In$4$ either angle shady bowers: 158:02,053[A ]| No$2$ gay parterre with costly green, 158:02,054[A ]| Must in$4$ the ambient hedge be seen; 158:02,055[A ]| But freely Nature takes her course, 158:02,056[A ]| Nor fears from him ungrateful force: 158:02,057[A ]| No$2$ shears to$9$ check her sprouting vigour, 158:02,058[A ]| Or shape the yews to$4$ antic figure." 158:02,059[A ]| But you forsooth, your all must squander 158:02,060[A ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ poor spot, called Delville, yonder: <60> 158:02,061[A ]| And when you have been at vast expenses 158:02,062[A ]| In$4$ whims, parterres, canals and fences: 158:02,063[A ]| Your assets fail, and cash is wanting 158:02,064[A ]| For$4$ farther buildings, farther planting. 158:02,065[A ]| No$2$ wonder when you raise and level, 158:02,066[A ]| Think this wall low, and that$6#2$ wall bevel. 158:02,067[A ]| Here a convenient box you found, 158:02,068[A ]| Which$6#1$ you demolished to$4$ the ground: 158:02,069[A ]| Then built, then took up$5$ with your arbour, 158:02,070[A ]| And set the house to$4$ Rupert*Barber. <70> 158:02,071[A ]| You sprung an arch, which$6#1$ in$4$ a scurvy 158:02,072[A ]| Humour, you tumbled topsyturvy. 158:02,073[A ]| You changed a circle to$4$ a square, 158:02,074[A ]| Then to$4$ a circle, as you were: 158:02,075[A ]| Who$6#2$ can imagine whence the fund is, 158:02,076[A ]| That$3$ you 7quadrata change 7rotundis? 158:02,077[A ]| To$4$ Fame a temple you erect, 158:02,078[A ]| A Flora does the dome protect; 158:02,079[A ]| Mount, walks, on$4$ high; and in$4$ a hollow 158:02,080[A ]| You place the muses and Apollo; <80> 158:02,081[A ]| There shining midst his train, to$9$ grace 158:02,082[A ]| Your whimsical poetic place. 158:02,083[A ]| These stories were, of old, designed 158:02,084[A ]| As fables: but you have refined 158:02,085[A ]| The poets' mythologic dreams, 158:02,086[A ]| To$4$ real muses, gods, and streams. 158:02,087[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not swear, when you contrive thus, 158:02,088[A ]| That$3$ you are Don Quixote 7Redivivus? 158:02,089[A ]| Beneath a dry canal there lies, 158:02,090[A ]| Which$6#1$ only winter's rain supplies. <90> 158:02,091[A ]| Oh! couldst thou, by$4$ some magic spell, 158:02,092[A ]| Hither convey St*Patrick's*Well; 158:02,093[A ]| Here may it reassume its stream, 158:02,094[A ]| And take a greater Patrick's name. 158:02,095[A ]| If your expenses rise so$5#1$ high; 158:02,096[A ]| What income can your wants supply? 158:02,097[A ]| Yet still you fancy you inherit 158:02,098[A ]| A fund of each superior merit, 158:02,099[A ]| That$3$ you can not fail of more provision. 158:02,100[A ]| All by$4$ my Lady's kind decision. <100> 158:02,101[A ]| For$3$ the more livings you can fish up$5$, 158:02,102[A ]| You think you will$1$ sooner be a bishop: 158:02,103[A ]| That$6#2$ could not be my Lord's intent, 158:02,104[A ]| Nor can it answer in$4$ the event. 158:02,105[A ]| Most think what has been heaped on$4$ you, 158:02,106[A ]| To$4$ other sort of folk was due: 158:02,107[A ]| Rewards too great for$4$ your flimflams, 158:02,108[A ]| Epistles, riddles, epigrams. 158:02,109[A ]| Though now your depth must not be sounded, 158:02,110[A ]| The time was, when you had compounded <110> 158:02,111[A ]| For$4$ less than Charly Grattan's school: 158:02,112[A ]| Five hundred pound a year is no$2$ fool. 158:02,113[A ]| Take this advice then from your friend, 158:02,114[A ]| To$4$ your ambition put an end. 158:02,115[A ]| Be frugal, Pat: pay what you owe, 158:02,116[A ]| Before you "build and you bestow". 158:02,117[A ]| Be modest: nor address your betters 158:02,118[A ]| With begging, vain, familiar letters. 158:02,119[A ]| A passage may be found, I have heard, 158:02,120[A ]| In$4$ some old Greek or Latin bard, <120> 158:02,121[A ]| Which$6#1$ says, would crows in$4$ silence eat 158:02,122[A ]| Their offals, or their better meat, 158:02,123[A ]| Their generous feeders not provoking 158:02,124[A ]| By$4$ loud and unharmonious croaking: 158:02,125[A ]| They might, unhurt by$4$ envy's claws, 158:02,126[A ]| Live on$5$, and stuff, to$4$ boot, their maws. 158:03,000@@@@@| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,000[' ]| 158:03,001[A ]| Deluded mortals, whom the great 158:03,002[A ]| Choose for$4$ companions 9te^te 9a` 9te^te, 158:03,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ at their dinners, 9en 9famille, 158:03,004[A ]| Get leave to$9$ sit whenever you will$1$; 158:03,005[A ]| Then, boasting tell us where you dined, 158:03,006[A ]| And how his Lordship was so$5#1$ kind; 158:03,007[A ]| How many pleasant things he spoke, 158:03,008[A ]| And, how you laughed at every joke: 158:03,009[A ]| Swear, he is a most facetious man, 158:03,010[A ]| That$3$ you and he are cup and can. <10> 158:03,011[A ]| You travel with a heavy load, 158:03,012[A ]| And quite mistake preferment's road. 158:03,013[A ]| Suppose my Lord and you alone; 158:03,014[A ]| Hint the least interest of your own; 158:03,015[A ]| His visage drops, he knits his brow, 158:03,016[A ]| He cannot talk of business now: 158:03,017[A ]| Or, mention but a vacant post, 158:03,018[A ]| He will$1$ turn it off with, 158:03,018@b | "Name your toast." 158:03,019[A ]| Nor could the nicest artist paint, 158:03,020[A ]| A countenance with more restraint. <20> 158:03,021[A ]| For$3$, as their appetites to$9$ quench, 158:03,022[A ]| Lords keep a pimp to$9$ bring a wench; 158:03,023[A ]| So$3$, men of wit are but a kind 158:03,024[A ]| Of pandars to$4$ a vicious mind; 158:03,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ proper objects must provide 158:03,026[A ]| To$9$ gratify their lust of pride, 158:03,027[A ]| When wearied with intrigues of state, 158:03,028[A ]| They find an idle hour to$9$ prate. 158:03,029[A ]| Then, should you dare to$9$ ask a place, 158:03,030[A ]| You forfeit all your patron's grace, <30> 158:03,031[A ]| And disappoint the sole design, 158:03,032[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he summoned you to$9$ dine. 158:03,033[A ]| Thus, Congreve spent, in$4$ writing plays, 158:03,034[A ]| And one poor office, half his days; 158:03,035[A ]| While Montagu, who$6#1$ claimed the station 158:03,036[A ]| To$9$ be Maecenas of the nation, 158:03,037[A ]| For$3$ poets open table kept, 158:03,038[A ]| But never considered where they slept; 158:03,039[A ]| Himself as rich as fifty Jews, 158:03,040[A ]| Was easy, though they wanted shoes; <40> 158:03,041[A ]| And, crazy Congreve scarce could spare 158:03,042[A ]| A shilling to$9$ discharge his chair, 158:03,043[A ]| Till prudence taught him to$9$ appeal 158:03,044[A ]| From Paean's fire to$4$ party zeal; 158:03,045[A ]| Not owing to$4$ his happy vein 158:03,046[A ]| The fortunes of his latter scene, 158:03,047[A ]| Took proper principles to$9$ thrive; 158:03,048[A ]| And so$3$ might any dunce alive. 158:03,049[A ]| Thus, Steele who$6#1$ owned what others writ, 158:03,050[A ]| And flourished by$4$ imputed wit, <50> 158:03,051[A ]| From perils of a hundred gaols, 158:03,052[A ]| Withdrew to$9$ starve, and die in$4$ Wales. 158:03,053[A ]| Thus Gay, the hare with many friends, 158:03,054[A ]| Twice seven long years the court attends, 158:03,055[A ]| Who$6#1$, under tales conveying truth, 158:03,056[A ]| To$4$ virtue formed a princely youth, 158:03,057[A ]| Who$6#1$ paid his courtship with the crowd, 158:03,058[A ]| As far as modest pride allowed, 158:03,059[A ]| Rejects a servile usher's place, 158:03,060[A ]| And leaves St*James's in$4$ disgrace. <60> 158:03,061[A ]| Thus Addison by$4$ lords caressed, 158:03,062[A ]| Was left in$4$ foreign lands distressed, 158:03,063[A ]| Forgot at home, became for$4$ hire, 158:03,064[A ]| A travelling tutor to$4$ a squire. 158:03,065[A ]| But, wisely left the muses' hill; 158:03,066[A ]| To$4$ business shaped the poet's quill, 158:03,067[A ]| Let all his barren laurels fade; 158:03,068[A ]| Took up$5$ himself the courtier's trade: 158:03,069[A ]| And grown a minister of state, 158:03,070[A ]| Saw poets at his levee wait. <70> 158:03,071[A ]| Hail! happy Pope, whose generous mind, 158:03,072[A ]| Detesting all the statesman kind! 158:03,073[A ]| Contemning courts, at courts unseen, 158:03,074[A ]| Refused the visits of a queen; 158:03,075[A ]| A soul with every virtue fraught 158:03,076[A ]| By$4$ sages, priests, or poets taught: 158:03,077[A ]| Whose filial piety excels 158:03,078[A ]| Whatever Grecian story tells: 158:03,079[A ]| A genius for$4$ all stations fit, 158:03,080[A ]| Whose meanest talent is his wit: <80> 158:03,081[A ]| His heart too great, though fortune little, 158:03,082[A ]| To$9$ lick a rascal statesman's spittle; 158:03,083[A ]| Appealing to$4$ the nation's taste, 158:03,084[A ]| Above the reach of want is placed: 158:03,085[A ]| By$4$ Homer dead was taught to$9$ thrive, 158:03,086[A ]| Which$6#1$ Homer never could alive: 158:03,087[A ]| And, sits aloft on$4$ Pindus' head, 158:03,088[A ]| Despising slaves that$6#1$ cringe for$4$ bread. 158:03,089[A ]| True politicians only pay 158:03,090[A ]| For$4$ solid work, but not for$4$ play; <90> 158:03,091[A ]| Nor ever choose to$9$ work with tools 158:03,092[A ]| Forged up$5$ in$4$ colleges and schools. 158:03,093[A ]| Consider how much more is due 158:03,094[A ]| To$4$ all their journeymen, than you. 158:03,095[A ]| At table you can Horace quote; 158:03,096[A ]| They at a pinch can bribe a vote: 158:03,097[A ]| You show your skill in$4$ Grecian story, 158:03,098[A ]| But, they can manage Whig and Tory: 158:03,099[A ]| You, as a critic, are so$5#1$ curious 158:03,100[A ]| To$9$ find a verse in$4$ Virgil spurious; <100> 158:03,101[A ]| But, they can smoke the deep designs, 158:03,102[A ]| When Bolingbroke with Pulteney dines. 158:03,103[A ]| Besides; your patron may upbraid ye, 158:03,104[A ]| That$3$ you have got a place already. 158:03,105[A ]| An office for$4$ your talents fit, 158:03,106[A ]| To$9$ flatter, carve, and show your wit; 158:03,107[A ]| To$9$ snuff the lights, and stir the fire, 158:03,108[A ]| And get a dinner for$4$ your hire. 158:03,109[A ]| What claim have you to$4$ place, or pension? 158:03,110[A ]| He overpays in$4$ condescension. <110> 158:03,111[A ]| But, reverend Doctor, you, we know, 158:03,112[A ]| Could never condescend so$5#1$ low; 158:03,113[A ]| The Viceroy, whom you now attend, 158:03,114[A ]| Would, if he durst, be more your friend; 158:03,115[A ]| Nor will$1$ in$4$ you those gifts despise, 158:03,116[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ himself was taught to$9$ rise: 158:03,117[A ]| When he has virtue to$9$ retire, 158:03,118[A ]| He will$1$ grieve he did not raise you higher, 158:03,119[A ]| And place you in$4$ a better station, 158:03,120[A ]| Although it might have pleased that$6#2$ nation. <120> 158:03,121[A ]| This may be true ~~ submitting still 158:03,122[A ]| To$4$ Walpole's more than royal will$0$. 158:03,123[A ]| And what condition can be worse? 158:03,124[A ]| He comes to$9$ drain a beggar's purse: 158:03,125[A ]| He comes to$9$ tie our chains on$5$ faster, 158:03,126[A ]| And show us, England is our master: 158:03,127[A ]| Caressing knaves and dunces wooing, 158:03,128[A ]| To$9$ make them work for$4$ their undoing. 158:03,129[A ]| What has he else to$9$ bait his traps, 158:03,130[A ]| Or bring his vermin in$5$, but scraps? <130> 158:03,131[A ]| The offals of a church distressed, 158:03,132[A ]| A hungry vicarage at best; 158:03,133[A ]| Or, some remote inferior post, 158:03,134[A ]| With forty pounds a year at most. 158:03,135[A ]| But, here again you interpose; 158:03,136[A ]| Your favourite Lord is none of those, 158:03,137[A ]| Who$6#1$ owe their virtue to$4$ their stations, 158:03,138[A ]| And characters to$4$ dedications: 158:03,139[A ]| For$3$, keep him in$5$, or turn him out, 158:03,140[A ]| His learning none will$1$ call in$4$ doubt: <140> 158:03,141[A ]| His learning, though a poet said it, 158:03,142[A ]| Before a play, would lose no$2$ credit: 158:03,143[A ]| Nor Pope would dare deny him wit, 158:03,144[A ]| Although to$9$ praise it Philips writ. 158:03,145[A ]| I own, he hates an action base, 158:03,146[A ]| His virtues battling with his place; 158:03,147[A ]| Nor wants a nice discerning spirit, 158:03,148[A ]| Betwixt a true and spurious merit: 158:03,149[A ]| Can sometimes drop a voter's claim, 158:03,150[A ]| And give up$5$ party to$4$ his fame. <150> 158:03,151[A ]| I do the most that$3$ friendship can; 158:03,152[A ]| I hate the Viceroy, love the man. 158:03,153[A ]| But, you, who$6#1$ till your fortune is made 158:03,154[A ]| Must be a sweetener by$4$ your trade, 158:03,155[A ]| Should swear he never meant us ill; 158:03,156[A ]| We suffer sore against his will$0$; 158:03,157[A ]| That$3$, if we could but see his heart, 158:03,158[A ]| He would have chose a milder part; 158:03,159[A ]| We rather should lament his case 158:03,160[A ]| Who$6#1$ must obey, or lose his place. <160> 158:03,161[A ]| Since this reflection slipped your pen, 158:03,162[A ]| Insert it when you write again: 158:03,163[A ]| And, to$9$ illustrate it, produce 158:03,164[A ]| This simile for$4$ his excuse. 158:03,165[A ]| "So$3$, to$9$ destroy a guilty land, 158:03,166[A ]| An angel sent by$4$ heaven's command, 158:03,167[A ]| While he obeys almighty will$0$, 158:03,168[A ]| Perhaps, may feel compassion still; 158:03,169[A ]| And wish the task had been assigned 158:03,170[A ]| To$4$ spirits of less gentle kind." <170> 158:03,171[A ]| But I, in$4$ politics grown old, 158:03,172[A ]| Whose thoughts are of a different mould, 158:03,173[A ]| Who$6#1$, from my soul, sincerely hate 158:03,174[A ]| Both kings and ministers of state: 158:03,175[A ]| Who$6#1$ look on$5$ courts with stricter eyes, 158:03,176[A ]| To$9$ see the seeds of vice arise, 158:03,177[A ]| Can lend you an allusion fitter, 158:03,178[A ]| Though flattering knaves may call it bitter: 158:03,179[A ]| Which$6#1$, if you durst but give it place, 158:03,180[A ]| Would show you many a statesman's face. <180> 158:03,181[A ]| Fresh from the tripod of Apollo, 158:03,182[A ]| I had it in$4$ the words that$6#1$ follow. 158:03,183[A ]| (Take notice, to$9$ avoid offence 158:03,184[A ]| I here except his Excellence.) 158:03,185[A ]| So$3$, to$9$ effect his monarch's ends, 158:03,186[A ]| From hell a Viceroy devil ascends, 158:03,187[A ]| His budget with corruptions crammed, 158:03,188[A ]| The contributions of the damned; 158:03,189[A ]| Which$6#1$ with unsparing hand, he strews 158:03,190[A ]| Through courts and senates as he goes; <190> 158:03,191[A ]| And then at Belzebub's Black Hall, 158:03,192[A ]| Complains his budget was too small. 158:03,193[A ]| Your simile may better shine 158:03,194[A ]| In$4$ verse; but there is truth in$4$ mine. 158:03,195[A ]| For$3$, no$2$ imaginable things 158:03,196[A ]| Can differ more than God and kings. 158:03,197[A ]| And statesmen, by$4$ ten thousand odds 158:03,198[A ]| Are angels, just as kings are gods. 159:04,000@@@@@| 159:04,000[' ]| 159:04,000[' ]| 159:04,000[' ]| < ~~ Tanti tibi non sit opaci> 159:04,000[' ]| 159:04,000[' ]| 159:04,001[A ]| As some raw youth in$4$ country bred, 159:04,002[A ]| To$4$ arms by$4$ thirst of honour led, 159:04,003[A ]| When at a skirmish first he hears 159:04,004[A ]| The bullets whistling round his ears, 159:04,005[A ]| Will$1$ duck his head, aside will$1$ start, 159:04,006[A ]| And feel a trembling at his heart: 159:04,007[A ]| Till, escaping oft without a wound, 159:04,008[A ]| Lessens the terror of the sound: 159:04,009[A ]| Fly bullets now as thick as hops, 159:04,010[A ]| He runs into the cannon's chops. <10> 159:04,011[A ]| An author thus who$6#1$ pants for$4$ fame 159:04,012[A ]| Begins the world with fear and shame, 159:04,013[A ]| When first in$4$ print, you see him dread 159:04,014[A ]| Each pot-gun levelled at his head: 159:04,015[A ]| The lead yon critic's quill contains, 159:04,016[A ]| Is destined to$9$ beat out his brains. 159:04,017[A ]| As if he heard loud thunders roll, 159:04,018[A ]| Cries, 159:04,018@w | Lord have mercy on$4$ his soul; 159:04,019[A ]| Concluding, that$3$ another shot 159:04,020[A ]| Will$1$ strike him dead upon$4$ the spot: <20> 159:04,021[A ]| But, when with squibbing, flashing, popping, 159:04,022[A ]| He can not see one creature dropping: 159:04,023[A ]| That$3$, missing fire, or missing aim, 159:04,024[A ]| His life is safe, I mean his fame, 159:04,025[A ]| The danger past, takes heart of grace, 159:04,026[A ]| And looks a critic in$4$ the face. 159:04,027[A ]| Though splendour gives the fairest mark 159:04,028[A ]| To$4$ poisoned arrows from the dark, 159:04,029[A ]| Yet, "in$4$ yourself when smooth and round", 159:04,030[A ]| They glance aside without a wound. <30> 159:04,031[A ]| It is said, the gods tried all their art, 159:04,032[A ]| How, pain they might from pleasure part: 159:04,033[A ]| But, little could their strength avail, 159:04,034[A ]| Both still are fastened by$4$ the tail. 159:04,035[A ]| Thus, fame and censure with a tether 159:04,036[A ]| By$4$ fate are always linked together. 159:04,037[A ]| Why will$1$ you aim to$9$ be preferred 159:04,038[A ]| In$4$ wit before the common herd? 159:04,039[A ]| And yet, grow mortified and vexed 159:04,040[A ]| To$9$ pay the penalty annexed. <40> 159:04,041[A ]| It is eminence makes envy rise, 159:04,042[A ]| As fairest fruits attract the flies. 159:04,043[A ]| Should stupid libels grieve your mind, 159:04,044[A ]| You soon a remedy may find; 159:04,045[A ]| Lie down obscure like$4$ other folks 159:04,046[A ]| Below the lash of snarlers' jokes. 159:04,047[A ]| Their faction is five hundred odds, 159:04,048[A ]| For$3$ every coxcomb lends them rods; 159:04,049[A ]| Can sneer as learnedly as they, 159:04,050[A ]| Like$4$ females over their morning tea. <50> 159:04,051[A ]| You say, the muse will$1$ not contain, 159:04,052[A ]| And write you must, or break a vein: 159:04,053[A ]| Then, if you find the terms too hard, 159:04,054[A ]| No$2$ longer my advice regard: 159:04,055[A ]| But raise your fancy on$4$ the wing; 159:04,056[A ]| The Irish senate's praises sing: 159:04,057[A ]| How jealous of the nation's freedom, 159:04,058[A ]| And, for$4$ corruptions, how they weed them. 159:04,059[A ]| How each the public good pursues, 159:04,060[A ]| How far their hearts from private views, <60> 159:04,061[A ]| Make all true patriots up$5$ to$4$ shoe-boys 159:04,062[A ]| Huzza their brethren at the Blue*Boys'. 159:04,063[A ]| Thus grown a member of the club, 159:04,064[A ]| No$2$ longer dread the rage of Grub. 159:04,065[A ]| How oft am I for$4$ rhyme to$9$ seek? 159:04,066[A ]| To$9$ dress a thought, may toil a week; 159:04,067[A ]| And then, how thankful to$4$ the town, 159:04,068[A ]| If all my pains will$1$ earn a crown. 159:04,069[A ]| Whilst, every critic can devour 159:04,070[A ]| My work and me in$4$ half an hour. <70> 159:04,071[A ]| Would men of genius cease to$9$ write, 159:04,072[A ]| The rogues must die for$4$ want and spite; 159:04,073[A ]| Must die for$4$ want of food and raiment, 159:04,074[A ]| If scandal did not find them payment. 159:04,075[A ]| How cheerfully the hawkers cry 159:04,076[A ]| A satire, and the gentry buy! 159:04,077[A ]| While my hard-laboured poem pines 159:04,078[A ]| Unsold upon$4$ the printer's lines. 159:04,079[A ]| A genius in$4$ the reverend gown, 159:04,080[A ]| Must ever keep its owner down: <80> 159:04,081[A ]| It is an unnatural conjunction, 159:04,082[A ]| And spoils the credit of the function. 159:04,083[A ]| Round all your brethren cast your eyes, 159:04,084[A ]| Point out the surest men to$9$ rise, 159:04,085[A ]| That$6#2$ club of candidates in$4$ black, 159:04,086[A ]| The least deserving of the pack: 159:04,087[A ]| Aspiring, factious, fierce and loud; 159:04,088[A ]| With grace and learning unendowed, 159:04,089[A ]| Can turn their hands to$4$ every job, 159:04,090[A ]| The fittest tools to$9$ work for$4$ Bob: <90> 159:04,091[A ]| Will$1$ sooner coin a thousand lies 159:04,092[A ]| Than suffer men of parts to$9$ rise: 159:04,093[A ]| They crowd about preferment's gate, 159:04,094[A ]| And press you down with all their weight. 159:04,095[A ]| For$3$, as of old, mathematicians 159:04,096[A ]| Were by$4$ the vulgar thought magicians; 159:04,097[A ]| So$3$ academic dull ale-drinkers 159:04,098[A ]| Pronounce all men of wit, free-thinkers. 159:04,099[A ]| Wit, as the chief of virtue's friends, 159:04,100[A ]| Disdains to$9$ serve ignoble ends. <100> 159:04,101[A ]| Observe what loads of stupid rhymes 159:04,102[A ]| Oppress us in$4$ corrupted times: 159:04,103[A ]| What pamphlets in$4$ a court's defence 159:04,104[A ]| Show reason, grammar, truth, or sense? 159:04,105[A ]| For$3$, though the muse delights in$4$ fiction, 159:04,106[A ]| She never inspires against conviction. 159:04,107[A ]| Then keep your virtue still unmixed, 159:04,108[A ]| And let not faction come betwixt. 159:04,109[A ]| By$4$ party-steps no$2$ grandeur climb at, 159:04,110[A ]| Though it would make you England's primate: <110> 159:04,111[A ]| First learn the science to$9$ be dull, 159:04,112[A ]| You then may soon your conscience lull; 159:04,113[A ]| If not, however seated high, 159:04,114[A ]| Your genius in$4$ your face will$1$ fly. 159:04,115[A ]| When Jove was, from his teeming head, 159:04,116[A ]| Of wit's fair goddess brought to$4$ bed, 159:04,117[A ]| There followed at his lying-in 159:04,118[A ]| For$4$ after-birth, a sooterkin; 159:04,119[A ]| Which$6#1$, as the nurse pursued to$9$ kill, 159:04,120[A ]| Attained by$4$ flight the muses' hill; <120> 159:04,121[A ]| There in$4$ the soil began to$9$ root, 159:04,122[A ]| And littered at Parnassus' foot. 159:04,123[A ]| From hence the vermin-critic sprung, 159:04,124[A ]| With harpy claws and poisonous tongue, 159:04,125[A ]| Who$6#1$ fatten on$4$ poetic scraps; 159:04,126[A ]| Too cunning to$9$ be caught in$4$ traps. 159:04,127[A ]| Dame Nature, as the learned show, 159:04,128[A ]| Provides each animal its foe: 159:04,129[A ]| Hounds hunt the hare, the wily fox 159:04,130[A ]| Devours your geese, the wolf your flocks: <130> 159:04,131[A ]| Thus, envy pleads a natural claim 159:04,132[A ]| To$9$ persecute the muses' fame; 159:04,133[A ]| On$4$ poets in$4$ all times abusive, 159:04,134[A ]| From Homer down to$4$ Pope inclusive. 159:04,135[A ]| Yet, what avails it to$9$ complain? 159:04,136[A ]| You try to$9$ take revenge in$4$ vain. 159:04,137[A ]| A rat your utmost rage defies 159:04,138[A ]| That$6#1$ safe behind the wainscot lies. 159:04,139[A ]| Say, did you ever know by$4$ sight 159:04,140[A ]| In$4$ cheese an individual mite? <140> 159:04,141[A ]| Show me the same numeric flea, 159:04,142[A ]| That$6#1$ bit your neck but yesterday: 159:04,143[A ]| You then may boldly go in$4$ quest 159:04,144[A ]| To$9$ find the Grub*Street poet's nest. 159:04,145[A ]| What sponging-house in$4$ dread of gaol 159:04,146[A ]| Receives them while they wait for$4$ bail? 159:04,147[A ]| What alley are they nestled in$4$, 159:04,148[A ]| To$9$ flourish over a cup of gin? 159:04,149[A ]| Find the last garret where they lay; 159:04,150[A ]| Or cellar, where they starve today: <150> 159:04,151[A ]| Suppose you had them all trepanned 159:04,152[A ]| With each a libel in$4$ his hand: 159:04,153[A ]| What punishment would you inflict? 159:04,154[A ]| Or call them rogues, or get them kicked: 159:04,155[A ]| These they have often tried before; 159:04,156[A ]| You but oblige them so$5#1$ much more: 159:04,157[A ]| Themselves would be the first to$9$ tell, 159:04,158[A ]| To$9$ make their trash the better sell. 159:04,159[A ]| You have been libelled ~~ let us know 159:04,160[A ]| What fool officious told you so$5#2$. <160> 159:04,161[A ]| Will$1$ you regard the hawker's cries 159:04,162[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his titles always lies? 159:04,163[A ]| Whatever the noisy scoundrel says 159:04,164[A ]| It might be something in$4$ your praise: 159:04,165[A ]| And praise bestowed in$4$ Grub*Street rhymes, 159:04,166[A ]| Would vex one more a thousand times. 159:04,167[A ]| Till critics blame, and judges praise, 159:04,168[A ]| The poet can not claim his bays; 159:04,169[A ]| On$4$ me, when dunces are satiric, 159:04,170[A ]| I take it for$4$ a panegyric. <170> 159:04,171[A ]| "Hated by$4$ fools, and fools to$9$ hate", 159:04,172[A ]| Be that$6#2$ my motto, and my fate.