271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,001[A ]| Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove 271:001,002[A ]| The pangs of guilty pow'r, and hapless love, 271:001,003[A ]| Rest here, distrss'd by poverty no more, 271:001,004[A ]| Here find that calm, thou gav'st so oft before. 271:001,005[A ]| Sleep, undisturb'd, within this peaceful shrine, 271:001,006[A ]| Till angels wake thee, with a note like thine. 271:002,000[' ]| 271:002,000[' ]| 271:002,001[A ]| When Learning's Triumph o'er her barb'rous Foes 271:002,002[A ]| First rear'd the Stage, immortal Shakespear rose; 271:002,003[A ]| Each Change of many-colour'd Life he drew, 271:002,004[A ]| Exhausted Worlds, and then imagin'd new: 271:002,005[A ]| Existence saw him spurn her bounded Reign, 271:002,006[A ]| And panting Time toil'd after him in vain: 271:002,007[A ]| His pow'rful Strokes presiding Truth impress'd, 271:002,008[A ]| And unresisted Passion storm'd the Breast. 271:002,009[A ]| Then Johnson came, instructed from the School, 271:002,010[A ]| To please in Method, and invent by Rule; 271:002,011[A ]| His studious Patience, and laborious Art, 271:002,012[A ]| By regular Approach essay'd the Heart; 271:002,013[A ]| Cold Approbation gave the ling'ring Bays, 271:002,014[A ]| For those who durst not censure, scarce cou'd praise. 271:002,015[A ]| A Mortal born he met the general Doom, 271:002,016[A ]| But left, like Egypt's Kings, a lasting Tomb. 271:002,017[A ]| The Wits of Charles found easier Ways to Fame, 271:002,018[A ]| Nor wish'd for Johnson's Art, or Shakespear's Flame, 271:002,019[A ]| Themselves they studied, as they felt, they writ, 271:002,020[A ]| Intrigue was Plot, Obscenity was wit. 271:002,021[A ]| Vice always found a sympathetick Friend; 271:002,022[A ]| They pleas'd their Age, and did not aim to mend. 271:002,023[A ]| Yet Bards like these aspir'd to lasting Praise, 271:002,024[A ]| And proudly hoped to pimp in future Days. 271:002,025[A ]| Their Cause was gen'ral, their Supports were strong, 271:002,026[A ]| Their Slaves were willing, and their Reign was long; 271:002,027[A ]| Till Shame regain'd the Post that Sense betray'd, 271:002,028[A ]| And Virtue call'd Oblivion to her Aid. 271:002,029[A ]| Then crush'd by Rules, and weaken'd as refin'd, 271:002,030[A ]| For Years the Pow'r of Tragedy declin'd; 271:002,031[A ]| From Bard, to Bard, the frigid Caution crept, 271:002,032[A ]| Till Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept. 271:002,033[A ]| Yet still did Virtue deign the Stage to tread, 271:002,034[A ]| Philosophy remain'd, though Nature fled. 271:002,035[A ]| But forc'd at length her antient Reign to quit, 271:002,036[A ]| She saw great Faustus lay the Ghost of Wit: 271:002,037[A ]| Exulting Folly hail'd the joyful Day, 271:002,038[A ]| And Pantomime, and Song, confirm'd her Sway. 271:002,039[A ]| But who the coming Changes can presage, 271:002,040[A ]| And mark the future Periods of the Stage? ~~ 271:002,041[A ]| Perhaps if Skill could distant Times explore, 271:002,042[A ]| New Behns, new Durfeys, yet remain in Store. 271:002,043[A ]| Perhaps, where Lear has rav'd, and Hamlet dy'd, 271:002,044[A ]| On flying Cars new Sorcerers may ride. 271:002,045[A ]| Perhaps, for who can guess th' Effects of Chance? 271:002,046[A ]| Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet may dance. 271:002,047[A ]| Hard is his Lot, that here by Fortune plac'd, 271:002,048[A ]| Must watch the wild Vicissitudes of Taste; 271:002,049[A ]| With ev'ry Meteor of Caprice must play, 271:002,050[A ]| And chase the new-blown Bubbles of the Day. 271:002,051[A ]| Ah! let not Censure term our Fate our Choice, 271:002,052[A ]| The Stage but echoes back the publick Voice. 271:002,053[A ]| The Drama's Laws the Drama's Patrons give, 271:002,054[A ]| For we that live to please, must please to live. 271:002,055[A ]| Then prompt no more the Follies you decry, 271:002,056[A ]| As Tyrants doom their Tools of Guilt to die; 271:002,057[A ]| 'Tis yours this Night to bid the Reign commence 271:002,058[A ]| Of rescu'd Nature, and reviving Sense; 271:002,059[A ]| To chase the Charms of Sound, the Pomp of Show, 271:002,060[A ]| For useful Mirth, and salutary Woe; 271:002,061[A ]| Bid scenic Virtue form the rising Age, 271:002,062[A ]| And Truth diffuse her Radiance from the Stage. 271:003,000[' ]| 271:003,001[A ]| Ye patriot Crouds, who burn for England's Fame, 271:003,002[A ]| Ye Nymphs, whose Bosoms beat at Milton's Name, 271:003,003[A ]| Whose gen'rous Zeal, unbought by flatt'ring Rhimes, 271:003,004[A ]| Shames the mean Pensions of Augustan Times; 271:003,005[A ]| Immortal Patrons of succeeding Days, 271:003,006[A ]| Attend this Prelude of perpetual Praise! 271:003,007[A ]| Let Wit, condemn'd the feeble War to wage 271:003,008[A ]| With close Malevolence, or public Rage; 271:003,009[A ]| Let Study, worn with Virtue's fruitless Lore, 271:003,010[A ]| Behold this Theatre, and grieve no more. 271:003,011[A ]| This Night, distinguish'd by your Smile, shall tell, 271:003,012[A ]| That never Briton can in vain excel; 271:003,013[A ]| The slighted Arts Futurity shall trust, 271:003,014[A ]| And rising Ages hasten to be just. 271:003,015[A ]| At length our mighty Bard's victorious Lays 271:003,016[A ]| Fill the loud voice of universal Praise, 271:003,017[A ]| And baffled Spite, with hopeless Anguish dumb, 271:003,018[A ]| Yields to Renown the Centuries to come. 271:003,019[A ]| With ardent Haste, each Candidate of Fame 271:003,020[A ]| Ambitious catches at his tow'ring Name: 271:003,021[A ]| He sees, and pitying sees, vain Wealth bestow 271:003,022[A ]| Those pageant Honours which he scorn'd below: 271:003,023[A ]| While Crowds aloft the laureat Bust behold, 271:003,024[A ]| Or trace his Form on circulating God, 271:003,025[A ]| Unknown, unheeded, long his Offspring lay, 271:003,026[A ]| And Want hung threat'ning o'er her slow Decay. 271:003,027[A ]| What tho' she shine with no Miltonian Fire, 271:003,028[A ]| No fav'ring Muse her morning Dreams inspire; 271:003,029[A ]| Yet softer Claims the melting Heart engage, 271:003,030[A ]| Her Youth laborious, and her blameless Age: 271:003,031[A ]| Hers the mild Merits of domestic Life, 271:003,032[A ]| The patient Suff'rer, and the faithful Wife. 271:003,033[A ]| Thus grac'd with humble Virtue's native Charms 271:003,034[A ]| Her Grandsire leaves her in Britannia's Arms; 271:003,035[A ]| Secure with Peace, with competence, to dwell, 271:003,036[A ]| While tutelary Nations guard her Cell. 271:003,037[A ]| Yours is the Charge, ye Fair, ye Wise, ye Brave! 271:003,038[A ]| 'Tis yours to crown Desert ~~ beyond the Grave. 271:004,000[' ]| 271:004,001[A ]| Prest by the load of life, the weary mind 271:004,002[A ]| Surveys the general toil of human kind; 271:004,003[A ]| With cool submission joins the labouring train, 271:004,004[A ]| And social sorrow, loses half it's pain: 271:004,005[A ]| Our anxious Bard, without complaint, may share 271:004,006[A ]| This bustling season's epidemic care. 271:004,007[A ]| Like Caesar's pilot, dignified by fate, 271:004,008[A ]| Tost in one common storm with all the great; 271:004,009[A ]| Distrest alike, the statesman and the wit, 271:004,010[A ]| When one a borough courts, and one the pit. 271:004,011[A ]| The busy candidates for power and fame, 271:004,012[A ]| Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, just the same; 271:004,013[A ]| Disabled both to combat, or to fly, 271:004,014[A ]| Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply. 271:004,015[A ]| Uncheck'd on both, loud rabbles vent their age, 271:004,016[A ]| As mongrels bay the lion in a cage. 271:004,017[A ]| Th' offended burgess hoards his angry tale, 271:004,018[A ]| For that blest year when all that vote may rail; 271:004,019[A ]| Their schemes of spite the poet's foes dismiss, 271:004,020[A ]| Till that glad night, when all that hate may hiss. 271:004,021[A ]| This day the powder'd curls and golden coat, 271:004,022[A ]| Say swelling Crispin begg'd a cobler's vote. 271:004,023[A ]| This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, 271:004,024[A ]| Lies at my feet, I hiss him, and he dies. 271:004,025[A ]| The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe; 271:004,026[A ]| The bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe. 271:004,027[A ]| Yet judg'd by those, whose voices ne'er were sold, 271:004,028[A ]| He feels no want of ill persuading gold; 271:004,029[A ]| But confident of praise, if praise be due, 271:004,030[A ]| Trusts without fear, to merit and to you. 271:005,000[' ]| 271:005,000[' ]| 271:005,001[A ]| Long-expected one and twenty 271:005,002[A ]| Ling'ring year at last is flown, 271:005,003[A ]| Pomp and Pleasure, Pride and Plenty 271:005,004[A ]| Great Sir John, are all your own. 271:005,005[A ]| Loosen'd from the Minor's tether, 271:005,006[A ]| Free to mortgage or to sell, 271:005,007[A ]| Wild as wind, and light as feather 271:005,008[A ]| Bids the slaves of thrift farewell. 271:005,009[A ]| Call the Bettys, Kates, and Jennys 271:005,010[A ]| Ev'ry name that laughs at Care, 271:005,011[A ]| Lavish of your Grandsire's guineas, 271:005,012[A ]| Show the Spirit of an heir. 271:005,013[A ]| All that prey on vice and folly 271:005,014[A ]| Joy to see their quarry fly, 271:005,015[A ]| Here the Gamester light and jolly, 271:005,016[A ]| There the Lender grave and sly. 271:005,017[A ]| Wealth, Sir John, was made to wander 271:005,018[A ]| Let it wander as it will; 271:005,019[A ]| See the Jockey, see the Pander, 271:005,020[A ]| Bid them come, and take their fill. 271:005,021[A ]| When the bonny Blade carouses, 271:005,022[A ]| Pockets full, and Spirits high, 271:005,023[A ]| What are acres? What are houses? 271:005,024[A ]| Only dirt, or wet or dry 271:005,025[A ]| If the Guardian or the Mother, 271:005,026[A ]| Tell the woes of wilful waste, 271:005,027[A ]| Scorn their counsel and their pother, 271:005,028[A ]| You can hang or drown at last. 271:006,000[' ]| 271:006,001[A ]| Wheresoe'er I turn my View, 271:006,002[A ]| All is strange, yet nothing new; 271:006,003[A ]| Endless Labour all along, 271:006,004[A ]| Endless Labour to be wrong; 271:006,005[A ]| Phrase that Time has flung away, 271:006,006[A ]| Uncouth Words in Disarray; 271:006,007[A ]| Trickt in Antique Ruff and Bonnet, 271:006,008[A ]| Ode and elegy and Sonnet. 271:007,000[' ]| 271:007,000[' ]| 271:007,001[A ]| Condemn'd to hope's delusive mine, 271:007,002[A ]| As on we toil from day to day, 271:007,003[A ]| By sudden blasts, or slow decline, 271:007,004[A ]| Our social comforts drop away. 271:007,005[A ]| Well tried through many a varying year, 271:007,006[A ]| See Levet to the grave descend; 271:007,007[A ]| Officious, innocent, sincere, 271:007,008[A ]| Of ev'ry friendless name the friend. 271:007,009[A ]| Yet still he fills affection's eye, 271:007,010[A ]| Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind; 271:007,011[A ]| Nor, letter'd arrogance, deny 271:007,012[A ]| Thy praise to merit unrefin'd. 271:007,013[A ]| When fainting nature call'd for aid, 271:007,014[A ]| And hov'ring death prepar'd the blow, 271:007,015[A ]| His vig'rous remedy display'd 271:007,016[A ]| The power of art without the show. 271:007,017[A ]| In misery's darkest caverns known, 271:007,018[A ]| His useful care was ever nigh, 271:007,019[A ]| Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, 271:007,020[A ]| And lonely want retir'd to die. 271:007,021[A ]| No summons mock'd by chill delay, 271:007,022[A ]| No petty gain disdain'd by pride, 271:007,023[A ]| The modest wants of ev'ry day 271:007,024[A ]| The toil of ev'ry day supplied. 271:007,025[A ]| His virtues walk'd their narrow round, 271:007,026[A ]| Nor made a pause, nor left a void; 271:007,027[A ]| And sure th' Eternal Master found 271:007,028[A ]| The single talent well employ'd. 271:007,029[A ]| The busy day, the peaceful night, 271:007,030[A ]| Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; 271:007,031[A ]| His frame was firm, his powers were bright, 271:007,032[A ]| Tho' now his eightieth year was nigh. 271:007,033[A ]| Then with no throbbing fiery pain, 271:007,034[A ]| No cold gradations of decay, 271:007,035[A ]| Death broke at once the vital chain, 271:007,036[A ]| And forc'd his soul the nearest way.