008:00,000@@@@@| 008:00,000[' ]| 008:01,000[' ]| 008:01,001[B ]| A poet's trade like hazard does entice: 008:01,002[B ]| He's the unlucky caster, you the dice. 008:01,003[B ]| Constant ill luck attends at every throw; 008:01,004[B ]| You critics are like Fulhams, high and low, 008:01,005[B ]| Yet 'tis his fate, he can't give over so. 008:01,006[B ]| Like a young wife, just ready to lie in, 008:01,007[B ]| That whines and cries 008:01,007@v | "I'll ne'er come to it again"; 008:01,008[B ]| When the danger's past and pains forgotten all, 008:01,009[B ]| Her heart's not broke, she'll venture the other squall. 008:01,010[B ]| To all new plays, like towns besieged, you come, 008:01,011[B ]| And each pert, huffing whipster throws a bomb, 008:01,012[B ]| Whilst the trembling author all the shot retains 008:01,013[B ]| Of several nations and their several brains. 008:01,014[B ]| 'Tis strange you beaux at home should do such harm: 008:01,015[B ]| Pray find another Buda if you'd storm. 008:01,016[B ]| One good sound battle would some thought provoke; 008:01,017[B ]| For brains are never seen till heads are broke. 008:01,018[B ]| From famous Fletcher's hint this piece was made, 008:01,019[B ]| All mirth and droll, not one reflection sad, 008:01,020[B ]| For now-a-days poor satyr hides his head. 008:01,021[B ]| No wholesome jerk dares lash fantastic youth: 008:01,022[B ]| You wits grow angry if you hear the truth. 008:01,023[B ]| Old Fumble now may at Doll Commons strip 008:01,024[B ]| Without being flogged by a poetic whip. 008:01,025[B ]| The noble peer may to the play repair, 008:01,026[B ]| Court the pert damsel with her china ware, 008:01,027[B ]| Nay marry her if he please, no one will care. 008:01,028[B ]| The whore too may with quality be boxed, 008:01,029[B ]| And set up for a virtue, though she's poxed. 008:01,030[B ]| The fop in love may his dull genius try; 008:01,031[B ]| The soldier drink, so quarrel and so die; 008:01,032[B ]| The alderman may cheat, the lawyer lie, 008:01,033[B ]| And satyr now not dare to question why. 008:01,034[B ]| You shall 'scape too at the trading end of the town: 008:01,035[B ]| Your wit sticks fast, although your charter's gone. 008:01,036[B ]| Therefore brave knights of the apron and the yard, 008:01,037[B ]| All fear of a satiric jest discard. 008:01,038[B ]| Let not this play, through your shrewd censure, fall, 008:01,039[B ]| And then cheat on, and prosper great and small, 008:01,040[B ]| You shall have liberty of conscience all. 008:02,000@@@@@| 008:02,000[' ]| 008:02,001[B ]| Fond of his art, the poet has to day 008:02,002[B ]| Mistook and made me mad the silliest way. 008:02,003[B ]| Pride, wealth or wine may frenzy often move 008:02,004[B ]| But that's a strange brute that runs mad for love. 008:02,005[B ]| Few now, thank heaven, such lewd examples find: 008:02,006[B ]| 'Tis forfeiting the charter of our kind. 008:02,007[B ]| Shall men have all, and women no remorse? 008:02,008[B ]| Then let the cart hereafter drag the horse. 008:02,009[B ]| Let each Eve wrest the scripture false, and swear 008:02,010[B ]| She was not made for man but man for her. 008:02,011[B ]| No, this had been a most unpardoned crime 008:02,012[B ]| Did not the lady here repent in time. 008:02,013[B ]| Besides the notion's false, for sure no man 008:02,014[B ]| Can love so well, and faith no woman can. 008:02,015[B ]| 'Tis true degrees of madness all may fit 008:02,016[B ]| Some with too much, some with too little wit: 008:02,017[B ]| I have been mad or I should ne'er have writ. 008:02,018[B ]| 'Tis a disease that reigns in every station. 008:02,019[B ]| First among gamesters I have found occasion 008:02,020[B ]| Sometimes to make a pretty observation. 008:02,021[B ]| At hazard I have seen a witty lad 008:02,022[B ]| Eat up a candle if his luck were bad. 008:02,023[B ]| What think ye, sirs, was not that fellow mad? 008:02,024[B ]| A lady too in tears has left off play 008:02,025[B ]| (Alas poor punt) for losing sonica. 008:02,026[B ]| But above all wine does worst frenzy raise, 008:02,027[B ]| For then fop comes and whistles at our plays. 008:02,028[B ]| Calls some one whore that to some spark belongs, 008:02,029[B ]| Who calls him out and whips him through his lungs. 008:02,030[B ]| This on our nation a vile blot remains: 008:02,031[B ]| None but the Dutch and English take such pains 008:02,032[B ]| To fill the paunch and empty all the brains. 008:02,033[B ]| The last, worst sort too does your heads invade, 008:02,034[B ]| That's whoring, that vice makes ye all stark mad. 008:02,035[B ]| Not poverty has power to stop its force. 008:02,036[B ]| Poor rogues that ne'er could pay their alehouse scores 008:02,037[B ]| Shall brag they've at command a leash of whores. 008:02,038[B ]| To the camp those militant doxies yearly stray 008:02,039[B ]| Where each mad flittering fool that's given that way 008:02,040[B ]| To purchase pox melts down a whole month's pay. 008:02,041[B ]| Many more themes of madness I could name, 008:02,042[B ]| And quote, indeed too many to our shame. 008:02,043[B ]| But, sirs, to prove that you have all your wits 008:02,044[B ]| Let every critic that in judgement sits 008:02,045[B ]| Our poet to an easy penance doom: 008:02,046[B ]| Wink at small faults, for all of you have some. 008:03,000@@@@@| 008:03,000[' ]| 008:03,001[B ]| Thanks to kind stars that help us at our need, 008:03,002[B ]| I'm of a sex that uses to succeed; 008:03,003[B ]| Therefore dare boldly tell ye as a friend, 008:03,004[B ]| Critics, this night your empire's at an end. 008:03,005[B ]| Long have you led proud arbitrary lives 008:03,006[B ]| And used poor wit just as ye use your wives: 008:03,007[B ]| Strange creatures who will wedded be to sense 008:03,008[B ]| Yet grudge to give it due benevolence. 008:03,009[B ]| Nature in this some signal shame has meant: 008:03,010[B ]| Beau critic every way is impotent. 008:03,011[B ]| His dress creates his genius and his soul 008:03,012[B ]| Lies in the well-stuffed pudding of his roll. 008:03,013[B ]| Too well we find in these sad latter days 008:03,014[B ]| That wit's in the wane and every thing decays. 008:03,015[B ]| Never was vice so cheap as here of late: 008:03,016[B ]| Poor whore for three-pence sups on chocolate; 008:03,017[B ]| And frugally you treat the punch disguised, 008:03,018[B ]| While by each father Jew is naturalised. 008:03,019[B ]| I hope the law will find out cause enough 008:03,020[B ]| Ere long to make it treason to take snuff. 008:03,021[B ]| We all agree strong scent the brain decays, 008:03,022[B ]| And want of brains makes you cry down our plays. 008:03,023[B ]| No, cries a resty, dried-up debauchee, 008:03,024[B ]| Whose lewd days past, now finds all vanity. 008:03,025[B ]| Their plays are crammed with such a bawdy rout, 008:03,026[B ]| Damme if I've the face to sit 'em out. 008:03,027[B ]| Yet this nice spark whose modest taste we pall 008:03,028[B ]| Shall sit two hours admiring posture Mall. 008:03,029[B ]| The poet, therefore, at the ladies' feet 008:03,030[B ]| Now throws his play and slights the partial pit: 008:03,031[B ]| A pretty tale with art and labour wrought, 008:03,032[B ]| Calm as their passions, modest as each thought. 008:03,033[B ]| Upon my credit no lewd word is there, 008:03,034[B ]| If you dare trust the credit of a player. 008:03,035[B ]| He begs you will your conquering forces use 008:03,036[B ]| Against the dragons of the lower house, 008:03,037[B ]| To pleasure whom he not one scene contrives; 008:03,038[B ]| Not if a smutty scene would save their lives. 008:04,000@@@@@| 008:04,000[' ]| 008:04,001[B ]| Whipping, that lately has accustomed been 008:04,002[B ]| To cure the rebel gout, gives me the spleen: 008:04,003[B ]| I grumble, and my genius falls to work 008:04,004[B ]| To see how many here deserve the jerk. 008:04,005[B ]| First, to reflect then on the marriage bliss, 008:04,006[B ]| That vast, incomprehensive happiness. 008:04,007[B ]| He that is to a modest beauty yoked, 008:04,008[B ]| Chaste fair and though ill-used, yet not provoked, 008:04,009[B ]| And with a tumbling whore is taken napping, 008:04,010[B ]| Deserves a flogging from Whitehall to Wapping. 008:04,011[B ]| As for the wits, though guilty of the same, 008:04,012[B ]| Out of respect I not so far condemn: 008:04,013[B ]| Twice up and down the Mall shall serve for them. 008:04,014[B ]| For they, alas, may get a cough with heating, 008:04,015[B ]| The hummums in a month can't cure withe sweating. 008:04,016[B ]| Whore that grows vain by cully's fond debauch 008:04,017[B ]| Should never scape, although she kept her coach. 008:04,018[B ]| The very coachman should turn back upon her, 008:04,019[B ]| Remembering how he took her in the manner, 008:04,020[B ]| And lash no more his mares but jerk her honour. 008:04,021[B ]| As for poor jade that home on foot does limp, 008:04,022[B ]| Picking up here a prentice, there a pimp, 008:04,023[B ]| When winter comes, 'twill be fine beating hemp, 008:04,024[B ]| An exercise that's physical they know 008:04,025[B ]| And nothing better to keep pulses low. 008:04,026[B ]| Cit that in Cheapside for a saint does pass 008:04,027[B ]| Yet turns a very fiend at Charing Cross, 008:04,028[B ]| That shams his neighbours with a zealous life 008:04,029[B ]| Yet games, drinks, keeps his whore, and beats his wife, 008:04,030[B ]| Against that prig I've all the modest votes: 008:04,031[B ]| That rascal should be lashed as far as Oates. 008:04,032[B ]| Nor should vain critics (faith) scape public shame 008:04,033[B ]| But first be taught to judge ere they condemn. 008:04,034[B ]| 'Tis to the stage they even their genius owe, 008:04,035[B ]| For college rules ne'er made their wit o'erflow: 008:04,036[B ]| Dunces come back as genuine as they go. 008:04,037[B ]| Oh, that each Momus, that sits here to judge, 008:04,038[B ]| The uncommon labour of this scribbling drudge 008:04,039[B ]| To do us common justice, should be bound 008:04,040[B ]| To be well lashed or mend the faults he found. 008:04,041[B ]| Then, if when failing he like me were warmed, 008:04,042[B ]| Lord, how this hopeful age would be reformed. 008:05,000@@@@@| 008:05,000[' ]| 008:05,001[C ]| When first Amyntas sued for a kiss 008:05,002[C ]| My innocent heart was so tender; 008:05,003[C ]| That, though I pushed him away from the bliss, 008:05,004[C ]| My eyes declared my heart was won. 008:05,005[C ]| I fain an artful coyness would use 008:05,006[C ]| Before I the fort did surrender; 008:05,007[C ]| But Love would suffer no more such abuse, 008:05,008[C ]| And soon, alas, my cheat was known. 008:05,009[C ]| He'd sit all day, and laugh and play, 008:05,010[C ]| A thousand pretty things would say; 008:05,011[C ]| My hand he'd squeeze and press my knees 008:05,012[C ]| Till farther on he got by degrees. 008:05,013[C ]| My heart, just like a vessel at sea, 008:05,014[C ]| Would toss when Amyntas was near me: 008:05,015[C ]| But, ah, so cunning a pilot was he, 008:05,016[C ]| Through doubts and fears he'd still sail on. 008:05,017[C ]| I thought in him no danger could be, 008:05,018[C ]| Too wisely he knows how to steer me; 008:05,019[C ]| And soon, alas, was brought to agree, 008:05,020[C ]| To taste of joys before unknown. 008:05,021[C ]| Well might he boast his pain not lost, 008:05,022[C ]| For soon he found the golden coast, 008:05,023[C ]| Enjoyed the ore, and touched the shore 008:05,024[C ]| Where never merchant went before. 008:06,000@@@@@| 008:06,000[' ]| 008:06,001[A ]| Amynta one night had occasion to piss: 008:06,002[A ]| Joan reached her the pot that stood by her. 008:06,003[A ]| I in the next chamber could hear it to hiss. 008:06,004[A ]| The sluice was small but stream was strong: 008:06,005[A ]| My soul was melting, thinking of bliss, 008:06,006[A ]| And raving I lay with desire; 008:06,007[A ]| But nought could be done 008:06,008[A ]| For alas she pissed on, 008:06,009[A ]| Nor cared for the pangs I suffered long. 008:06,010[A ]| Joan next made haste 008:06,011[A ]| In the self same case 008:06,012[A ]| To fix the pot close to her own arse. 008:06,013[A ]| Then floods did come 008:06,014[A ]| One might have swom 008:06,015[A ]| And, puff, a whirlwind flew from her bum. 008:06,016[A ]| Says Joan, 008:06,016@d | By these strange blasts that do rise 008:06,017@d | I guess that the night will grow windy; 008:06,018@d | For when such showers do fall from the skies, 008:06,019@d | To clear the air the north-wind blows. 008:06,020@c | Ye nasty quean, 008:06,020[A ]| her lady replies, 008:06,021@c | That tempest broke out from behind ye. 008:06,022@c | And though it was decently kept from my eyes, 008:06,023@c | The troubled air offends my nose. 008:06,024[A ]| Says Joan, 008:06,024@d | Od's heart 008:06,025@d | You have pissed a quart, 008:06,026@d | And now you make ado for a fart. 008:06,027@d | 'Tis still your mind 008:06,028@d | To squeeze behind, 008:06,029@d | But never a shower from me without wind. 008:07,000@@@@@| 008:07,001[' ]| 008:07,002[A ]| If this strange vice in all good singers were 008:07,003[A ]| As the admired Horace does declare, 008:07,004[A ]| That if, when asked, though blessed with health and ease, 008:07,005[A ]| Their choicest friends they still deny to please, 008:07,006[A ]| And yet unasked will rudely sing so long 008:07,007[A ]| To tire each friend with each repeated song, 008:07,008[A ]| I strongly then should take his satire's part, 008:07,009[A ]| Lash the performers and despise their art; 008:07,010[A ]| But, having studied long enough to be 008:07,011[A ]| A small proficient in that faculty, 008:07,012[A ]| I found when I that rigid version met 008:07,013[A ]| 'Twas more from prejudice than judgement writ, 008:07,014[A ]| And Horace was in his reproof more free 008:07,015[A ]| Because Tigellius was his enemy, 008:07,016[A ]| Whose frequent vices caused that fierce assault, 008:07,017[A ]| And all the rest are lashed for one man's fault. 008:07,018[A ]| Satire should never take from malice aid. 008:07,019[A ]| For, with due reverence to Horace paid, 008:07,020[A ]| Who rails at faults through personal prejudice 008:07,021[A ]| Shows more his own, than shame another's vice. 008:07,022[A ]| Tigellius, as his character is plain, 008:07,023[A ]| Was of a humour most absurd and vain, 008:07,024[A ]| Fantastic in his garb, unsettled in his brain: 008:07,025[A ]| And if as once great Caesar he denied 008:07,026[A ]| When asked to sing, 'twere the effect of pride, 008:07,027[A ]| Lictors and fasces should have bluntly taught 008:07,028[A ]| The fool to know the obedience that he ought. 008:07,029[A ]| But if Augustus his commands did lay 008:07,030[A ]| When the genius was not able to obey, 008:07,031[A ]| As oft with singers it will happen so, 008:07,032[A ]| According as their joys or troubles grow, 008:07,033[A ]| 'Twas no offence then to excuse his art: 008:07,034[A ]| The soul untuned makes discord in each part, 008:07,035[A ]| And monarchs can no more give vocal breath 008:07,036[A ]| Than they can hinder when fate summons death. 008:07,037[A ]| A pleasure loved by one is liked by more. 008:07,038[A ]| Suppose, sir, I have sung too much before, 008:07,039[A ]| Made myself hoarse and even racked my throat, 008:07,040[A ]| To please some friend with some fine treble note, 008:07,041[A ]| Chance does me then to you and others bring, 008:07,042[A ]| The second compliment is ~~ 008:07,042@x | Pray, sir, sing. 008:07,043@a | I swear I can't, 008:07,043[A ]| then angry you retort: 008:07,044@x | All you good singers are so hard to court. 008:07,045[A ]| To make excuse, then modestly I tell 008:07,046[A ]| How hoarse I am with what that day befell; 008:07,047[A ]| Yet all's in vain ~~ you rail, I'm thought a clown, 008:07,048[A ]| And 7omnibus 7hoc 7vitium knocks me down. 008:07,049[A ]| I often have (I own) to sing denied 008:07,050[A ]| But not through resty peevishness nor pride; 008:07,051[A ]| But that perhaps I had been tired before 008:07,052[A ]| Weary or ill, unable to sing more; 008:07,053[A ]| Or that some hour of infelicity 008:07,054[A ]| Had robbed my soul of usual harmony; 008:07,055[A ]| Yet all's the same, the old saw is still repeated 008:07,056@x | "You singers long to be so much intreated", 008:07,057[A ]| Though at that time to me no joy could fall 008:07,058[A ]| Greater than not to have been asked at all. 008:07,059[A ]| The harmonious soul must have its humour free, 008:07,060[A ]| Consent of parts still crowns the harmony. 008:07,061[A ]| We read the Jewish captives could not sing 008:07,062[A ]| In a strange land, ruled by a foreign king. 008:07,063[A ]| Contentment the melodious chord controls 008:07,064[A ]| And tunes the diapason of our souls. 008:07,065[A ]| What makes a cobbler chirp a pleasant part 008:07,066[A ]| At his hard labour but a merry heart? 008:07,067[A ]| He sings when asked or bluntly else denies 008:07,068[A ]| According to his share of grief or joys. 008:07,069[A ]| Thus the same accidents to us befall. 008:07,070[A ]| And that which tuned the cobbler tunes us all. 008:07,071[A ]| But if against our will we thrash out songs, 008:07,072[A ]| (For singing then is trashing to the lungs), 008:07,073[A ]| The blast of airy praise we dearer get 008:07,074[A ]| Than peasants do their bread with toil and sweat. 008:07,075[A ]| To sleep at your command is the same thing 008:07,076[A ]| As when being tired or vexed in mind to sing; 008:07,077[A ]| And though performance ne'er so easy show, 008:07,078[A ]| As it has charms it has vexations too, 008:07,079[A ]| And the singers plague 'tis none but singers know. 008:07,080[A ]| How often have I heard the unskilful say 008:07,081@x | "Had I a voice, by heaven I'd sing all day"; 008:07,082[A ]| But with that genius had he been endowed, 008:07,083[A ]| And were to sing when asked, or be thought proud, 008:07,084[A ]| When weary, vexed, or ill, not to deny, 008:07,085[A ]| But at all seasons with all friends comply, 008:07,086[A ]| He'd then blame Horace full as much as I, 008:07,087[A ]| Whose want of knowledge in the vocal art 008:07,088[A ]| Made him lash all for one man's mean desert. 008:07,089[A ]| For had he the fatigue of singers known 008:07,090[A ]| And judged their inconvenience by his own, 008:07,091[A ]| Tigellius only had correction met 008:07,092[A ]| And 7omnibus 7hoc 7vitium ne'er been writ. 008:08,000@@@@@| 008:08,000[' ]| 008:08,001[A ]| Andrew and Maudlin, Rebecca and Will 008:08,002[A ]| Margaret and Thomas, and Jockey and Mary, 008:08,003[A ]| Kate of the kitchen, and Kit of the mill, 008:08,004[A ]| Dick the plough man, and Joan of the dairy, 008:08,005[A ]| To solace their lives, and to sweeten their labour, 008:08,006[A ]| All met on a time with a pipe and a tabor. 008:08,007[A ]| Andrew was clothed in shepherd's gray, 008:08,008[A ]| And Will had put on his holy day jacket, 008:08,009[A ]| Beck had a coat of popinjay, 008:08,010[A ]| And Madge had a ribband hung down to her placket; 008:08,011[A ]| Meg and Moll in frieze, John and Jockey in leather, 008:08,012[A ]| And so they began all to foot it together. 008:08,013[A ]| Their heads, and their arms about them they flung, 008:08,014[A ]| With all the might and force they had; 008:08,015[A ]| Their legs went like flails, and as loosely hung, 008:08,016[A ]| They cudgelled their arses as if they were mad: 008:08,017[A ]| Their faces did shine, and there fires did kindle, 008:08,018[A ]| While the maids they did trip and turn like a spindle. 008:08,019[A ]| Andrew chucked Maudlin under the chin, 008:08,020[A ]| Simper she did like a furmity kettle; 008:08,021[A ]| The twang of whose blobber lips made such a din, 008:08,022[A ]| As if her chaps had been made of bell mettle. 008:08,023[A ]| Kate laughed heartily at this same smack, 008:08,024[A ]| And loud she did answer it with a bum crack. 008:08,025[A ]| At no Whitsun Ale there e'er yet had been 008:08,026[A ]| Such fraysters and friskers as these lads and lasses; 008:08,027[A ]| From their faces the sweat ran down to be seen, 008:08,028[A ]| But sure I am, much more from their arses. 008:08,029[A ]| For had you but seen it, you then would have sworn, 008:08,030[A ]| You never beheld the like since you were born. 008:08,031[A ]| Here they did fling, and there they did hoist; 008:08,032[A ]| Here a hot breath, and there went a savour; 008:08,033[A ]| Here they did glance, and there they did glost; 008:08,034[A ]| Here they did simper, and there they did slaver. 008:08,035[A ]| Here was a hand, and there was a placket, 008:08,036[A ]| Whilst, hey! their sleeves went flicked a flasket. 008:08,037[A ]| The dance being ended, they sweat and they stunk. 008:08,038[A ]| The maidens did smirk it, the youngsters did kiss 'em; 008:08,039[A ]| Cakes and ale flew about, they clapped hands and drunk, 008:08,040[A ]| They laughed and they giggled until they bypassed 'em. 008:08,041[A ]| They laid the girls down, and gave each a green mantle, 008:08,042[A ]| While their breasts and their bellies went a pintle a pantle. 008:09,000@@@@@| 008:09,000[' ]| 008:09,000[' ]| < from The Bath, or the Western Lass> 008:09,000[' ]| 008:09,001[B ]| Where oxen do low, 008:09,002[B ]| And apples do grow, 008:09,003[B ]| Where corn is sown, 008:09,004[B ]| And grass is mown, 008:09,005[B ]| Where pigeons do fly, 008:09,006[B ]| And rooks nestle high, 008:09,007[B ]| Fate give me for life a place; 008:09,008[B ]| Where hay is well cocked, 008:09,009[B ]| And udders are stroked; 008:09,010[B ]| Where duck and drake, 008:09,011[B ]| Cry quack, quack, quack; 008:09,012[B ]| Where turkeys lay eggs, 008:09,013[B ]| And sows suckle pigs, 008:09,014[B ]| Oh, there I would pass my days. 008:09,015[B ]| On nought we will feed, 008:09,016[B ]| But what we do breed; 008:09,017[B ]| And wear on our backs, 008:09,018[B ]| The wool of our flocks. 008:09,019[B ]| And though linen feel 008:09,020[B ]| Rough spun from the wheel, 008:09,021[B ]| 'Tis cleanly, though coarse it comes. 008:09,022[B ]| Town follies and cullies, 008:09,023[B ]| And Molls, and Doleys, 008:09,024[B ]| For ever adieu, and for ever; 008:09,025[B ]| And beaux, that in boxes, 008:09,026[B ]| Lie nuzzling the doxies, 008:09,027[B ]| In wigs that hang down to their bums. 008:09,028[B ]| Adieu the Pall Mall, 008:09,029[B ]| The Park and Canal; 008:09,030[B ]| St. James's Square, 008:09,031[B ]| And flaunters there. 008:09,032[B ]| The gaming house too, 008:09,033[B ]| Where high dice and low 008:09,034[B ]| Are managed by all degrees. 008:09,035[B ]| Godb'w'e to the knight, 008:09,036[B ]| Was bubbled last night; 008:09,037[B ]| That keeps a blouse, 008:09,038[B ]| And beats his spouse, 008:09,039[B ]| And now in great haste, 008:09,040[B ]| To pay what he lost, 008:09,041[B ]| Sends home to cut down the trees. 008:09,042[B ]| And hey for the lad, 008:09,043[B ]| Improves every clod: 008:09,044[B ]| That ne'er set his hand 008:09,045[B ]| To bill or to bond, 008:09,046[B ]| Nor barters his flocks, 008:09,047[B ]| For wine or the pox, 008:09,048[B ]| To chouse him of half his days; 008:09,049[B ]| But fishing and fowling, 008:09,050[B ]| Hunting and bowling, 008:09,051[B ]| His pastimes are ever and ever; 008:09,052[B ]| Whose lips when ye buss 'em, 008:09,053[B ]| Smell like the bean blossom; 008:09,054[B ]| Ah, he 'tis, shall have my praise. 008:09,055[B ]| To taverns where grow, 008:09,056[B ]| Sour apple and sloe, 008:09,057[B ]| A long adieu, 008:09,058[B ]| And farewell too 008:09,059[B ]| The house of the great, 008:09,060[B ]| Whose cook has no meat 008:09,061[B ]| And butler can't quench my thirst; 008:09,062[B ]| Godb'w'e to the change, 008:09,063[B ]| Where rantipols range, 008:09,064[B ]| Farewell cold tea, 008:09,065[B ]| And Ratafie, 008:09,066[B ]| Hyde Park too, where pride 008:09,067[B ]| In coaches will ride, 008:09,068[B ]| Although they be choked with dust. 008:09,069[B ]| Farewell the law gown, 008:09,070[B ]| The plague of the town, 008:09,071[B ]| And friends of the crown, 008:09,072[B ]| Cried up or run down, 008:09,073[B ]| And city Jack Daws, 008:09,074[B ]| That fain would make laws 008:09,075[B ]| To measure by yards and ells; 008:09,076[B ]| Stock jobbers and swobbers, 008:09,077[B ]| And toasters and roasters; 008:09,078[B ]| For ever adieu, and for ever. 008:09,079[B ]| We find what you're doing, 008:09,080[B ]| And home we're a going, 008:09,081[B ]| And so you may ring the bells. 008:10,000@@@@@| 008:10,000[' ]| 008:10,001[A ]| Brute who descended from Trojan stem 008:10,002[A ]| First ancient Albion alarmed with his forces; 008:10,003[A ]| From whom their ancestors raise their name 008:10,004[A ]| Of whose brave deeds are so many discourses: 008:10,005[A ]| And when Rome's eagles aloft did soar 008:10,006[A ]| Valiant Caractatus with conduct glorious 008:10,007[A ]| Fought 'em till fate envying Britain power 008:10,008[A ]| Gave up her hero a prize to Ostorius. 008:10,009[A ]| England take caution 008:10,010[A ]| By this famed nation; 008:10,011[A ]| All agree, whilst you are free 008:10,012[A ]| And rich and able, 008:10,013[A ]| Friendly treat, you'll be great; 008:10,014[A ]| Quarrel on your undone: 008:10,015[A ]| Think on the bundle of rods in the fable. 008:10,016[A ]| Fatal division first changed their case, 008:10,017[A ]| Jealousy needless and fears beyond measure. 008:10,018[A ]| Had they combined, Rome had conquered less, 008:10,019[A ]| Nor had Casibelan sold them to Caesar. 008:10,020[A ]| But since that change they can ne'er retrieve, 008:10,021[A ]| Leave we it here for example in story; 008:10,022[A ]| And now to honour those since did live, 008:10,023[A ]| Charm the sweet lyre with the Cambrian glory. 008:10,024[A ]| Of Wales and her noble sons I sing, 008:10,025[A ]| To whom my muse has his trophy erected; 008:10,026[A ]| Who, when the first mighty conquering king 008:10,027[A ]| All others quelled, yet remained unsubjected; 008:10,028[A ]| Freedom and right they all held so dear, 008:10,029[A ]| Rather than yield up the glory of either, 008:10,030[A ]| Handfuls of men against crowds did appear, 008:10,031[A ]| Stoutly resolving top die all together. 008:10,032[A ]| Rufus the next of the conquering line 008:10,033[A ]| Spoiled a great monarch by being a miser; 008:10,034[A ]| He heavy taxes the Welsh assigned, 008:10,035[A ]| Which, than to pay him, 'tis known they were wiser 008:10,036[A ]| Bravely they fought though at last home fled, 008:10,037[A ]| Yet had the victors no wonder to brag on; 008:10,038[A ]| For still on the mountains an egg was laid 008:10,039[A ]| That some years after grew up to a dragon. 008:10,040[A ]| Stephen and Henry the first of the name 008:10,041[A ]| Did in each reign prove the Griffiths' Welsh mettle, 008:10,042[A ]| And brave Cadwallader lost no fame 008:10,043[A ]| Though by base treachery slain before battle: 008:10,044[A ]| Valiant King John too by force of arms 008:10,045[A ]| Threatened bold Conan to lessen his bravery; 008:10,046[A ]| Yet thought fit after to come to terms: 008:10,047[A ]| Welshmen were never yet huffed into slavery. 008:10,048[A ]| But what no force could then do on earth, 008:10,049[A ]| Policy in the next reign well affected; 008:10,050[A ]| For at Carnarvon a prince had birth, 008:10,051[A ]| To whom as countrymen they all subjected. 008:10,052[A ]| Amorous Llewellyn, too charmed with love, 008:10,053[A ]| Changed his renown for a wedded condition. 008:10,054[A ]| Beauty's soft joy did so powerful prove, 008:10,055[A ]| That paying tribute he vailed his ambition. 008:10,056[A ]| Fierce Owen Glendower did annals fill, 008:10,057[A ]| When the fourth Henry the Hotspur infested; 008:10,058[A ]| And in three battles such numbers did kill, 008:10,059[A ]| He like a fury was feared and detested: 008:10,060[A ]| Nor was bold Teuther behind him in fame, 008:10,061[A ]| When glory called him or freedom excited; 008:10,062[A ]| Who for espousing the royal dame, 008:10,063[A ]| Soaring too high had his lustre benighted. 008:10,064[A ]| Undaunted Vaughan is never forgot, 008:10,065[A ]| Meredith Jenkin nor Morgan ap Reuther, 008:10,066[A ]| All slain at Edgcott, that fatal spot, 008:10,067[A ]| Whilst others followed the fortune of Teuther, 008:10,068[A ]| With many more of renowned account, 008:10,069[A ]| Who proved that day by their valiant endeavour 008:10,070[A ]| None British valour could ever surmount, 008:10,071[A ]| None ne'er in battle behaved themselves braver. 008:10,072[A ]| And now at last I must boldly sing 008:10,073[A ]| Of the famed leek so renowned in old story; 008:10,074[A ]| First wore in fight as a famous thing, 008:10,075[A ]| Wales to distinguish in conquering glory: 008:10,076[A ]| Coxcombs may laugh at they know not what, 008:10,077[A ]| Whilst to the wise I affirm this relation; 008:10,078[A ]| Roses for trifles great fame have got, 008:10,079[A ]| Onions been deified on less occasion. 008:10,080[A ]| Merlin the famed who her native was 008:10,081[A ]| Prophesied still the true worth of this nation; 008:10,082[A ]| Equal to all if they not surpass 008:10,083[A ]| For honour, courage and arts in each station: 008:10,084[A ]| Had their cross stars made 'em e'er unite, 008:10,085[A ]| And against foes jointly done their endeavour; 008:10,086[A ]| England's proud name had ne'er seen the light, 008:10,087[A ]| But Britain held up her title for ever. 008:10,088[A ]| Therefore take caution 008:10,089[A ]| By this brave nation; 008:10,090[A ]| All agree, whilst you are free, 008:10,091[A ]| And rich and able: 008:10,092[A ]| Friendly treat, you'll be great, 008:10,093[A ]| Quarrel on, you're undone, 008:10,094[A ]| Think on the bundle of rods in the fable. 008:11,000@@@@@| 008:11,000[' ]| 008:11,001[A ]| I followed fame and got renown, 008:11,002[A ]| I ranged all o'er the park and town; 008:11,003[A ]| I haunted plays and there grew wise, 008:11,004[A ]| Observing my own modish vice: 008:11,005[A ]| Friends and wine I next did try, 008:11,006[A ]| Yet I found no solid joy. 008:11,007[A ]| Greatest pleasures seem to small 008:11,008[A ]| Till Sylvia made amends for all. 008:11,009[A ]| But see the state of human bliss, 008:11,010[A ]| How vain our best contentment is. 008:11,011[A ]| As of my joy she was the chief, 008:11,012[A ]| So was she too my greatest grief: 008:11,013[A ]| Fate, that I might be undone, 008:11,014[A ]| Dooms this angel but for one; 008:11,015[A ]| And alas, too plain I see, 008:11,016[A ]| That I am not the happy he. 008:12,000@@@@@| 008:12,001[' ]| 008:12,002[A ]| Of old when heroes thought it base 008:12,003[A ]| To be confined to native air, 008:12,004[A ]| And glory brought a martial race 008:12,005[A ]| To breath their towering eagles here, 008:12,006[A ]| The sons of famed Brigantium stood 008:12,007[A ]| Disputing freedom with their blood; 008:12,008[A ]| Undaunted at the purple flood; 008:12,009[A ]| Brigantium, honoured with a race divine, 008:12,010[A ]| Gave birth to glorious Constantine, 008:12,011[A ]| Whose colony whilst planted there 008:12,012[A ]| With blooming glories still renewed the year. 008:12,013[A ]| The bashful Thames for beauty so renowned 008:12,014[A ]| In haste ran by her puny town, 008:12,015[A ]| And poor Augusta was ashamed to own. 008:12,016[A ]| Augusta then did drooping lie, 008:12,017[A ]| Though now she rears her towering front so high. 008:12,018[A ]| The pale and purple rose 008:12,019[A ]| That after cost so many blows 008:12,020[A ]| When English barons fought, 008:12,021[A ]| A prize too dearly bought, 008:12,022[A ]| By the famed worthies of that shire, 008:12,023[A ]| Still best by sword and shield defended were; 008:12,024[A ]| And in each tract of glory since 008:12,025[A ]| For their loved country and their prince, 008:12,026[A ]| Princes that hate Rome's slavery 008:12,027[A ]| And join the nation's right with their own royalty, 008:12,028[A ]| None were more ready in distress to save, 008:12,029[A ]| None were more loyal, none more brave. 008:12,030[A ]| And now when the renowned Nassau 008:12,031[A ]| Came to restore our liberty and law, 008:12,032[A ]| The work so well performed and done, 008:12,033[A ]| They were the first begun; 008:12,034[A ]| They did no storms or threatenings fear. 008:12,035[A ]| Of thunder in the grumbling air 008:12,036[A ]| Or any revolutions near: 008:12,037[A ]| The noble work large hopes of freedom told: 008:12,038[A ]| Freedom inspired their minds and made 'em bold, 008:12,039[A ]| And gave them English hearts like those of old, 008:12,040[A ]| To welcome their redeemer when he came, 008:12,041[A ]| Whose virtue and whose fame 008:12,042[A ]| Made our long smothered joys burst into brighter flame. 008:12,043[A ]| So, when the glittering queen of night 008:12,044[A ]| With black eclipse is shadowed o'er, 008:12,045[A ]| The globe that swells with sullen pride 008:12,046[A ]| Her dazzling charms to hide 008:12,047[A ]| Does but a little time abide, 008:12,048[A ]| And then each ray is brighter than before. 008:12,049[A ]| Let music join in a chorus divine, 008:12,050[A ]| In praise of all that celebrate 008:12,051[A ]| This glorious festival. 008:12,052[A ]| Sound trumpets, beat every drum, 008:12,053[A ]| Till it be known through Christendom 008:12,054[A ]| This is the knell of falling Rome. 008:12,055[A ]| To him that our might defender has been, 008:12,056[A ]| Sound all; 008:12,057[A ]| And to the heroes invited him in 008:12,058[A ]| Sound all; 008:12,059[A ]| And as the agents of this royal work 008:12,060[A ]| Long flourish the city and country of York. 008:13,000@@@@@| 008:13,000[' ]| 008:13,001[C ]| From rosy bowers, where sleeps the god of love, 008:13,002[C ]| Hither, ye little waiting cupids, fly: 008:13,003[C ]| Teach me in soft melodious strains to move 008:13,004[C ]| In tender passion my heart's darling joy. 008:13,005[C ]| Ah, let the soul of music tune my voice 008:13,006[C ]| To win dear Strephon who my soul enjoys. 008:13,007[C ]| Or if more influencing 008:13,008[C ]| Is to be brisk and airy, 008:13,009[C ]| With a step and a bound, 008:13,010[C ]| And a frisk from the ground, 008:13,011[C ]| I'll trip like any fairy. 008:13,012[C ]| As once on Ida dancing 008:13,013[C ]| Were three celestial bodies, 008:13,014[C ]| With an air and a face, 008:13,015[C ]| And a shape and a grace, 008:13,016[C ]| I'll charm like beauty's goddesses. 008:13,017[C ]| Or, say ye powers, my peace to crown, 008:13,018[C ]| Shall I thaw myself and drown 008:13,019[C ]| Amongst the foaming billows; 008:13,020[C ]| Increasing all with tears I shed 008:13,021[C ]| On beds of ooze and crystal pillows 008:13,022[C ]| Lay down, my lovesick head? 008:13,023[C ]| Say ye powers, my peace to crown, 008:13,024[C ]| Shall I thaw myself and drown? 008:13,025[C ]| No, I'll straight run mad, 008:13,026[C ]| That soon my heart will warm; 008:13,027[C ]| Whene'er the sense is fled 008:13,028[C ]| Love has no power to charm. 008:13,029[C ]| Wild through the woods I'll fly, 008:13,030[C ]| Robes, locks shall thus be tore; 008:13,031[C ]| A thousand deaths I'll die 008:13,032[C ]| Ere thus in vain adore. 008:14,000@@@@@| 008:14,000[' ]| 008:14,001[A ]| A Tory, a whig and a moderate man 008:14,002[A ]| Over a tub of strong ale 008:14,003[A ]| Met in Ailesbury vale, 008:14,004[A ]| Where there lived a plump lass they called buxom Nan. 008:14,005[A ]| The Tory a Londoner, proud and high, 008:14,006[A ]| The whig was a tradesman plaguy sly, 008:14,007[A ]| The trimmer was a farmer, merry and dry; 008:14,008[A ]| And thus they their suit began: 008:14,009@x | Pretty Nancy we're come to put in our claim, 008:14,010@x | Resolved upon wedlock's pleasing game. 008:14,011@x | Here's Jacob the big, 008:14,012@x | And William the whig, 008:14,013@x | And Roger the grig. 008:14,014@x | Jolly lads as e'er were buckled in girdle fast. 008:14,015@x | Say which you will choose 008:14,016@x | To tie with a noose, 008:14,017@x | For a wife we must carry what e'er comes on't. 008:14,018@x | Then think upon't: 008:14,019@x | You'll never be sorry when you have don't, 008:14,020@x | Nor like us the worse for our wooing so blunt. 008:14,021@x | Then tell us who pleases best. 008:14,022[A ]| The lass who was not of the motion shy, 008:14,023[A ]| The ripe years of her life 008:14,024[A ]| Being twenty and five, 008:14,025[A ]| To the words of her lover straight made reply: 008:14,026@v | I find you believe me a girl worth gold, 008:14,027@v | And I know too you like my copy-hold; 008:14,028@v | And since fortune favours the brisk and the bold, 008:14,029@v | One of ye I mean to try. 008:14,030@v | But I am not for you nor S***'s cause, 008:14,031@v | Nor with your H***'s hums and haws; 008:14,032@v | Not Jacob the big, 008:14,033@v | Nor William the Whig, 008:14,034@v | But Roger the grig 008:14,035@v | With his mirth and his mildness happily please me can; 008:14,036@v | 'Tis him I will choose 008:14,037@v | For the conjugal noose, 008:14,038@v | So that you the church bully may rave and rant, 008:14,039@v | And you may cant, 008:14,040@v | 'Till both are impeached in parliament. 008:14,041@v | 'Tis union and peace that the nation does want, 008:14,042@v | So I'm for the moderate man. 008:15,000@@@@@| 008:15,000[' ]| 008:15,001[A ]| Whilst favoured bishops new sleeves put on, 008:15,002[A ]| And toleration has each non*con, 008:15,003[A ]| And courtiers get places of gracious Queen Anne, 008:15,004[A ]| All bustling in every station, 008:15,005[A ]| A son of Phoebus whose muse oft sings 008:15,006[A ]| Our nations glory, with other things, 008:15,007[A ]| A staunch, loyal lover of queens and kings 008:15,008[A ]| To make this address takes occasion. 008:15,009[A ]| Oh, long and bright may your glory shine, 008:15,010[A ]| Great patroness of the tuneful nine, 008:15,011[A ]| Who all, like the vision of pharaoh's lean kine, 008:15,012[A ]| Late mourned on a sad desolation. 008:15,013[A ]| But now they flourish in golden days, 008:15,014[A ]| And bounty showers on Apollo's race: 008:15,015[A ]| Let me too be happy in sovereign grace, 008:15,016[A ]| Now Britain is made a blessed nation. 008:15,017[A ]| Great Marlborough who for the field prepares 008:15,018[A ]| And loads of laurel through Flanders bears, 008:15,019[A ]| Yet are not in weight like his annual cares, 008:15,020[A ]| To crown his late deeds is contriving. 008:15,021[A ]| Then, whether monsieur can well maintain 008:15,022[A ]| What to half Europe's against the grain, 008:15,023[A ]| His grandson, young Philip, to king it in Spain, 008:15,024[A ]| You'll find at your forces arriving. 008:15,025[A ]| For though we late into feuds did grow, 008:15,026[A ]| Some for the high church and some the low, 008:15,027[A ]| We now must unite to drive out such a foe, 008:15,028[A ]| By aids to support the invasion. 008:15,029[A ]| Dull Baden fate has cashiered at last; 008:15,030[A ]| Had brave Eugene on the Rhine been placed 008:15,031[A ]| One hour had atoned for an age that has passed 008:15,032[A ]| And given for new trophies occasion. 008:15,033[A ]| The crown's succession is past all fear, 008:15,034[A ]| Great Britain's kingdoms have fixed an heir, 008:15,035[A ]| And Princess Sophia runs glib in church prayer, 008:15,036[A ]| Defying all chances hereafter. 008:15,037[A ]| France must forgive the Welsh prince's score, 008:15,038[A ]| For him to bring new pretensions o'er 008:15,039[A ]| Now politic Scotland has shut her back door 008:15,040[A ]| I think is a thing worthy laughter. 008:15,041[A ]| Since happy union all hearts commands, 008:15,042[A ]| The plaids and bonnets and cloak and bands 008:15,043[A ]| With long pleated cassock must join and shake hands, 008:15,044[A ]| Most friendly in every station. 008:15,045[A ]| Oh Scotland, Scotland, old faults we waive: 008:15,046[A ]| Thank royal Anne for the prize she gave. 008:15,047[A ]| Prove loyal, and truly we know you are brave, 008:15,048[A ]| Then Britain will be a blessed nation. 008:15,049[A ]| Rejoice then, Caledonian sons, 008:15,050[A ]| Sound out your trumpets and fire your guns, 008:15,051[A ]| Whilst dutiful thanks the swift season outruns 008:15,052[A ]| In volumes of loyal addresses. 008:15,053[A ]| Let Edinburgh with praise abound, 008:15,054[A ]| The kirk dole sanctified hymns around, 008:15,055[A ]| Whilst Paul's with its organ in ravishing sound 008:15,056[A ]| Celestial devotion expresses. 008:15,057[A ]| Tell both the poles how our glorious Anne 008:15,058[A ]| A labour several kings began 008:15,059[A ]| Yet failed to effect has concluded and done 008:15,060[A ]| To eternize her wonderful story. 008:15,061[A ]| With Albany a blessed union made, 008:15,062[A ]| Increased our power, improved their trade, 008:15,063[A ]| And taken from Monsieur the means to invade, 008:15,064[A ]| Eclipsing his dazzling vainglory. 008:15,065[A ]| Some say that Belgia mislikes our dish, 008:15,066[A ]| The union relishes not their wish, 008:15,067[A ]| Who lately by provident catching our fish 008:15,068[A ]| Defrayed all dragooning expences. 008:15,069[A ]| For fear vile interest the league should spoil, 008:15,070[A ]| Since malice butter can turn to oil, 008:15,071[A ]| And honour don't grow in a plashy, cold soil 008:15,072[A ]| Let prudence take care of defences. 008:15,073[A ]| The Hibernian wits, who no statesmen are. 008:15,074[A ]| Depend upon the new viceroy's care, 008:15,075[A ]| And now, mighty queen, as a finishing prayer, 008:15,076[A ]| Long live in your royal vocations. 008:15,077[A ]| And when you e'er a state game begin. 008:15,078[A ]| May then your trumps come all pouring in, 008:15,079[A ]| For never had gamester a harder to win 008:15,080[A ]| Than who has united these nations. 008:16,000@@@@@| 008:16,000[' ]| 008:16,001[B ]| Come, Jug my honey, let's to bed, 008:16,002[B ]| It is no sin, since we are wed, 008:16,003[B ]| For when I am near thee by desire, 008:16,004[B ]| I burn like any coal of fire. 008:16,005[C ]| To quench thy flames I'll soon agree, 008:16,006[C ]| Thou art the sun and I the sea; 008:16,007[C ]| All night within my arms shalt be, 008:16,008[C ]| And rise each morn as fresh as he. 008:16,009[X ]| Come one then and couple together: 008:16,010[X ]| Come all, the old and the young, 008:16,011[X ]| The short and the tall, 008:16,012[X ]| The richer than Croesus 008:16,013[X ]| And poorer than Job, 008:16,014[X ]| For 'tis wedding and bedding 008:16,015[X ]| That peoples the globe. 008:16,016[B ]| My heart and all's at thy command, 008:16,017[B ]| And though I've never a foot of land, 008:16,018[B ]| Yet six fat ewes and one milch cow, 008:16,019[B ]| I think, my Jug, is wealth enow. 008:16,020[C ]| A wheel, six platters and a spoon, 008:16,021[C ]| A jacket edged with blue galloon, 008:16,022[C ]| My coat, my smock is thine and shall, 008:16,023[C ]| And something under best of all. 008:16,024[X ]| Come on then etc. 008:17,000@@@@@| 008:17,000[' ]| 008:17,001[B ]| Brave is that poet that dares draw his pen 008:17,002[B ]| To expose the nauseous crimes of guilty men, 008:17,003[B ]| As once did our immortal patron, Ben; 008:17,004[B ]| And wise are they that can with patience bear, 008:17,005[B ]| And just reflections moderately hear, 008:17,006[B ]| Unmoved by passion as unswayed by fear. 008:17,007[B ]| These we present a tragic piece to night 008:17,008[B ]| That has some years been banished from the light; 008:17,009[B ]| Hushed and imprisoned close as in the tower, 008:17,010[B ]| Half pressed to death by a dispensing power; 008:17,011[B ]| And now to take a trial for its fact 008:17,012[B ]| Is just come out by the habeas*corpus act. 008:17,013[B ]| Rome's friends, no doubt, supposed there might be shown 008:17,014[B ]| Just such an entertainment of their own; 008:17,015[B ]| The plot the protestants, the stage the town. 008:17,016[B ]| But no such fear our Huguenots alarmed: 008:17,017[B ]| True English hearts are always better armed. 008:17,018[B ]| For if the valiant in a little town, 008:17,019[B ]| Battered and starving, their brave cause durst own; 008:17,020[B ]| If peasants, scorning death, can guard their walls 008:17,021[B ]| And the mild priesthood turn to generals, 008:17,022[B ]| Britons look up and this blessed country see, 008:17,023[B ]| In spite of biased law serene and free, 008:17,024[B ]| Cleared from its choking fogs of Popery. 008:17,025[B ]| No massacres or revolutions fear, 008:17,026[B ]| Affairs are strangely altered in one year. 008:17,027[B ]| Lord, what a hurry was there here one night, 008:17,028[B ]| The Irish come, they burn, they're now in sight. 008:17,029[B ]| A city tailor swore with fear grown wild, 008:17,030[B ]| He saw a huge tall Teague devour a child; 008:17,000[' ]| 008:17,031[B ]| We have no nuncio in our councils now, 008:17,032[B ]| Nor pampered Jesuits with our heifers plough: 008:17,033[B ]| Infallibility himself does run; 008:17,034[B ]| The garden's weeded and the moles are gone. 008:17,035[B ]| The barbarous French, too, that Thuanus quotes, 008:17,036[B ]| Of old so diligent in cutting throats, 008:17,037[B ]| Which, as example to posterity, 008:17,038[B ]| To night you'll here this dreadful mirror see, 008:17,039[B ]| Must be remembered in their progeny. 008:17,040[B ]| A spurious race now on our seas are steering 008:17,041[B ]| And beat us by the way of buccaneering. 008:17,042[B ]| Not gold to lawyers, to the ambitious power, 008:17,043[B ]| Not lusty Switzer to a lustful whore, 008:17,044[B ]| To gamesters luck, to beauty length of days, 008:17,045[B ]| Nor to a wrinkled, withered widow praise, 008:17,046[B ]| Could give such joy as to our countrymen 008:17,047[B ]| To see great Orange seize his own again. 008:17,048[B ]| This glorious chase, no doubt, you'll all pursue; 008:17,049[B ]| Mean while our author begs a favour too: 008:17,050[B ]| You, that his merit and distress have known, 008:17,051[B ]| To guard him from the critics of the town. 008:17,052[B ]| That this will be the poet's prophecy, 008:17,053[B ]| The poets all were voters formerly. 008:17,054[B ]| To encourage, then, give ours to night his due; 008:17,055[B ]| His tale is somewhat bloody, but 'tis true, 008:17,056[B ]| A moral truth shown to an honest end, 008:17,057[B ]| And can the good or wise of neither sect offend. 008:17,058[B ]| Fancy and style far as the rest excel, 008:17,059[B ]| In our deliverance year let no tongue tell, 008:17,060[B ]| Poets the only cursed on whom no manna fell! 008:17,061[B ]| Plead therefore that they may by Caesar's influence breathe 008:17,062[B ]| And mix a laurel with his oaken wreath. 008:17,063[B ]| So shall his glory flourish to the height, 008:17,064[B ]| Then every pen in leaves of brass shall write: 008:17,065[B ]| This, this was he that, blessed by sacred power, 008:17,066[B ]| To England its religion did restore, 008:17,067[B ]| So firm that Rome could never hurt it more. 008:18,000@@@@@| 008:18,000[' ]| 008:18,001[A ]| As when Hyperion with victorious light 008:18,002[A ]| Expels invading powers of gloomy night, 008:18,003[A ]| And vernal nature, youthful dressed and gay, 008:18,004[A ]| Salutes the conqueror that forms the day, 008:18,005[A ]| The mounting lark exalts her joyful note, 008:18,006[A ]| And strains with harmony her warbling throat, 008:18,007[A ]| So now my muse, that hopes to see the day 008:18,008[A ]| When cloudy faction that does Britain sway 008:18,009[A ]| Shall be o'ercome by reason's piercing ray. 008:18,010[A ]| Applauding senates for their prudent choice, 008:18,011[A ]| The will of heaven by the people's voice, 008:18,012[A ]| First greets ye, sir, then gladly does prepare 008:18,013[A ]| In tuneful verse your welcome to the chair. 008:18,014[A ]| Awful the assembly is, august the queen, 008:18,015[A ]| In whose each day of life are wonders seen; 008:18,016[A ]| The nation too, this greatest of all years, 008:18,017[A ]| Who watch to see blessed turns in their affairs, 008:18,018[A ]| Slighting the Hydra on the Gallic shore, 008:18,019[A ]| Hope from the senate much, but from you more, 008:18,020[A ]| Whose happy temper judgement cultivates, 008:18,021[A ]| And forms so fit to aid our three estates. 008:18,022[A ]| The change of ministry late ordered here 008:18,023[A ]| Was fated sure for this auspicious year, 008:18,024[A ]| That you, predestined at a glorious hour 008:18,025[A ]| To be chief judge of legislative power, 008:18,026[A ]| Might, by your skill that royal right asserts, 008:18,027[A ]| Like heaven reconcile the jarring parts. 008:18,028[A ]| Nor shines your influence, sir, here alone: 008:18,029[A ]| The church must your unequalled prudence own, 008:18,030[A ]| Firm to support the cause but rough to none. 008:18,031[A ]| Eusebia's sons, in law divine professed, 008:18,032[A ]| May learn from you how truth should be expressed ~~ 008:18,033[A ]| Whether in modest terms, like balm to heal, 008:18,034[A ]| Or raving notions falsely counted zeal. 008:18,035[A ]| Oh sacred gift, in vulgar matters great 008:18,036[A ]| But in religious tracts divinely sweet, 008:18,037[A ]| Which ancient Baginton can witness well, 008:18,038[A ]| And the rich library before it fell: 008:18,039[A ]| Your rural hours amongst wise authors passed, 008:18,040[A ]| Your soul with their unvallued wealth possessed; 008:18,041[A ]| And well may he to heights of knowledge come 008:18,042[A ]| Who learning Pantheon always kept at home. 008:18,043[A ]| Thus once, sir, you were blessed, and sure the fiend 008:18,044[A ]| That first entailed a curse on humankind, 008:18,045[A ]| A second time a dire unequalled cross 008:18,046[A ]| Designed the public by your private loss. 008:18,047[A ]| Oh, who had seen that love to learning bore, 008:18,048[A ]| The matchless authors of the days of yore, 008:18,049[A ]| The fathers, prelates, poets, books where arts 008:18,050[A ]| Renowned explained the men of rarest parts 008:18,051[A ]| Shrinked up their shrivelled bindings, scorch their names, 008:18,052[A ]| And yield immortal worth to temporary flames 008:18,053[A ]| That would not sigh to see the ruins there 008:18,054[A ]| Or wish to quench them with a falling tear. 008:18,000[' ]| 008:18,000[' ]| 008:18,055[A ]| But as in story where we wonders view, 008:18,056[A ]| As there were flames, there was a phoenix too; 008:18,057[A ]| An excellence from the burned pile did rise, 008:18,058[A ]| That still attoned for past calamities. 008:18,059[A ]| So my prophetic genius in its height 008:18,060[A ]| Viewing your merit, sir, foretells your fate. 008:18,061[A ]| Your valiant ancestor that bravely fought 008:18,062[A ]| And from the foe the royal standard got 008:18,063[A ]| Which nobly now adorns your household coat 008:18,064[A ]| Denotes the ancient grandeur of your race, 008:18,065[A ]| As present worth fits you for present grace. 008:18,066[A ]| The sovereign must esteem what all admire: 008:18,067[A ]| Bromley shall rise and Bagington aspire; 008:18,068[A ]| Fate oft contrives magnificence by fire. 008:19,000@@@@@| 008:19,000[' ]| 008:19,000[' ]| 008:19,001[A ]| One April morn when from the sea 008:19,002[A ]| Phoebus was just appearing, 008:19,003[A ]| Damon and Celia young and gay, 008:19,004[A ]| Long settled love endearing, 008:19,005[A ]| Met in a grove to vent their spleen 008:19,006[A ]| Of parents unrelenting. 008:19,007[A ]| He bred of Tory race had been, 008:19,008[A ]| She of the tribe dissenting. 008:19,009[A ]| Celia, whose eyes outshone the god 008:19,010[A ]| Newly the hills adorning, 008:19,011[A ]| Told him Mama would be stark mad, 008:19,012[A ]| She missing prayers that morning. 008:19,013[A ]| Damon, his arm about her waist, 008:19,014[A ]| Swore, though nought should them sunder, 008:19,015[A ]| Should my rough dad know how I'm blessed 008:19,016[A ]| 'Twould make him roar like thunder. 008:19,017[A ]| Great ones whom proud ambition blinds 008:19,018[A ]| By faction still support it; 008:19,019[A ]| Or where vile money taints the mind 008:19,020[A ]| They for convenience court it: 008:19,021[A ]| But mighty love, that scorns to show 008:19,022[A ]| Party should raise his glory, 008:19,023[A ]| Swears he'll exalt a vassal true, 008:19,024[A ]| Let it be Whig or Tory. 008:20,000@@@@@| 008:20,000[' ]| 008:20,001[A ]| The glorious day is come that will for ever be 008:20,002[A ]| Renowned as music's greatest jubilee: 008:20,003[A ]| The spheres, those instruments divine, 008:20,004[A ]| Tuned to Apollo's charming lyre, 008:20,005[A ]| The sons of all the learned nine 008:20,006[A ]| With soft harmonious souls inspire. 008:20,007[A ]| Behold, around Parnassus' top they sit 008:20,008[A ]| And heavenly music now vies with immortal wit. 008:20,009[A ]| Warmed by the nectar from the Thespian spring, 008:20,000[' ]| 008:20,010[A ]| Of bright Cecilia they sing, 008:20,011[A ]| Admired Cecilia that informs their brains, 008:20,012[A ]| Their awful goddess that their cause maintains, 008:20,013[A ]| And with her sacred power supplies 008:20,014[A ]| The artful hand and tuneful voice, 008:20,015[A ]| And gives a taste of paradise in more than mortal strains. 008:20,016[A ]| And first the trumpet's part 008:20,017[A ]| Inflames the hero's heart: 008:20,018[A ]| The martial noise completes his joys 008:20,019[A ]| And soul inspires by art. 008:20,020[A ]| And now he thinks he's in the field, 008:20,021[A ]| And now he makes the foe to yield; 008:20,022[A ]| Now victory does eagerly pursue 008:20,023[A ]| And music's warlike notes make every fancy true. 008:20,024[A ]| The battle done, all loud alarms do cease. 008:20,025[A ]| Hark! how the charming flutes conclude the peace, 008:20,026[A ]| Whose softening notes make fiercest rage obey. 008:20,027[A ]| If Pan beneath the famous myrtle's shade 008:20,028[A ]| To Midas half so well had played, 008:20,029[A ]| The Delphian god himself had lost the day. 008:20,030[A ]| Excesses of pleasure now crowd on apace: 008:20,031[A ]| How sweetly the violins sound to each bass. 008:20,032[A ]| The ravishing trebles delight every ear 008:20,033[A ]| And mirth in a scene of true joy does appear. 008:20,034[A ]| No lover of Phillis's rigour complains; 008:20,035[A ]| None mourn for their losses or laugh for their gains; 008:20,036[A ]| But lost in an ecstasy publish their joy 008:20,037[A ]| Whilst the name of Cecilia resounds to the sky. 008:20,038[A ]| Ah heaven what is it I hear? 008:20,039[A ]| The warbling lute enchants my ear. 008:20,040[A ]| Now beauty's power inflames my breast again: 008:20,041[A ]| I sigh and languish with a pleasing pain. 008:20,042[A ]| The notes so soft, so sweet the air, 008:20,043[A ]| The soul of love must sure be there, 008:20,044[A ]| That mine in rapture charms, and drives away despair. 008:20,045[A ]| Music, celestial music, what can be 008:20,046[A ]| On this side heaven compared to thee? 008:20,047[A ]| Thou only treat fit for a deity! 008:20,048[A ]| Monarchs by flattery or fame 008:20,049[A ]| May arrogate a glorious name 008:20,050[A ]| But in each soul-delighting symphony 008:20,051[A ]| Addressed to bright Cecilia's royalty 008:20,052[A ]| Are sacred honours fit for none but for divine degree. 008:20,053[A ]| This that blessed king and god-like prophet knew 008:20,054[A ]| That oft from worldly joys withdrew, 008:20,055[A ]| From glittering pomp and all the courtly throng, 008:20,056[A ]| And to the eternal king of kings, 008:20,057[A ]| To the sweet harp's well governed strings, 008:20,058[A ]| Paid best devotion in seraphic song. 008:20,059[A ]| And thus by music's power 008:20,060[A ]| Above dull earth we soar, 008:20,061[A ]| Exalt our chorus to the sky 008:20,062[A ]| And in transporting melody 008:20,063[A ]| Cecilia's name adore: 008:20,064[A ]| Divine Cecilia, whom we all confess 008:20,065[A ]| Our arts inspirer, Music's patroness. 008:21,000@@@@@| 008:21,000[' ]| 008:21,001[A ]| Who in old Sodom would live a day, 008:21,002[A ]| Grow deaf with rattling of coaches; 008:21,003[A ]| Where folly and nose is called brisk and gay 008:21,004[A ]| And wit lies in studying debauches? 008:21,005[A ]| With stinks, which smoke and rank fogs display, 008:21,006[A ]| Who'd be offending their noses, 008:21,007[A ]| That in the sweet shades of the country may 008:21,008[A ]| Sit cool under bushes of roses? 008:21,009[A ]| Town fops in riot consume every day, 008:21,010[A ]| The cit will cheat his own brother, 008:21,011[A ]| And the ladies haunt the park and the play 008:21,012[A ]| To laugh and rail at each other. 008:21,013[A ]| Our funds are wanting, our credit decays, 008:21,014[A ]| The French are publicly arming; 008:21,015[A ]| And for all the daily noise is of peace 008:21,016[A ]| It never comes to confirming. 008:21,017[A ]| But we that breath in a fragrant air 008:21,018[A ]| From news, street noise and such howling, 008:21,019[A ]| Our innocent pleasures each day prepare 008:21,020[A ]| With fishing and shooting and bowling 008:21,021[A ]| Some mornings early we hunt a hare 008:21,022[A ]| Who life to pleasure us loses; 008:21,023[A ]| Or else if the weather proves not fair, 008:21,024[A ]| At home we regale on the muses, 008:21,025[A ]| The charming raptures of beauty and love 008:21,026[A ]| Sweet Chloris freely affords too; 008:21,027[A ]| When we meet each evening in a lone grove 008:21,028[A ]| And sing and bill as the birds do. 008:21,029[A ]| She feeds on jessamin and spring nectar drinks, 008:21,030[A ]| Whilst she we call a town madam, 008:21,031[A ]| Infected still with a foul suburb stinks 008:21,032[A ]| And damns her self in old Sodom. 008:22,000@@@@@| 008:22,001[' ]| 008:22,002[A ]| The Golden Age is come; 008:22,003[A ]| The winter storms are gone; 008:22,004[A ]| The flowers do spread and bloom, 008:22,005[A ]| And smile to see the sun, 008:22,006[A ]| Who daily gilds each grove 008:22,007[A ]| And calms the angry seas. 008:22,008[A ]| Dame Nature seems in love 008:22,009[A ]| And all the world's at ease. 008:22,010[A ]| You rogue, go saddle Ball, 008:22,011[A ]| I'll to Newmarket scour. 008:22,012[A ]| You never mind when I call; 008:22,013[A ]| I should have been there this hour! 008:22,014[A ]| For there is all sporting and game, 008:22,015[A ]| Without any plotting of state. 008:22,016[A ]| From Whigs and another such sham, 008:22,017[A ]| Deliver us, deliver us, O fate. 008:22,018[A ]| Let's be to each other a prey; 008:22,019[A ]| To be cheated be everyone's lot, 008:22,020[A ]| Or choused any sort of a way 008:22,021[A ]| But by another damned plot. 008:22,022[A ]| Let cullies that lose at the race 008:22,023[A ]| Go venture at hazard and win; 008:22,024[A ]| And he that is bubbled at dice, 008:22,025[A ]| Recover at cocking again. 008:22,026[A ]| Let jades that are foundered be bought; 008:22,027[A ]| Let jockeys play crimp to make sport; 008:22,028[A ]| For, faith, it was strange methought 008:22,029[A ]| To see vintner beat the court. 008:22,000[' ]| <2 > 008:22,030[A ]| Each corner of the town 008:22,031[A ]| Rings with perpetual noise: 008:22,032[A ]| The oyster-bawling clown 008:22,033[A ]| Joins with hot pudding-pies; 008:22,034[A ]| And both in consort keep 008:22,035[A ]| To vend their stinking ware; 008:22,036[A ]| The drowsy god of sleep 008:22,037[A ]| Hath no dominion there. 008:22,038@x | "Hey boys" 008:22,038[A ]| the jockeys roar 008:22,039@x | "If the mare and the gelding run, 008:22,040@x | I'll hold you five guineas to four 008:22,041@x | He beats her, and gives half a stone." 008:22,042@w | "God damn me", 008:22,042[A ]| quoth bully, 008:22,042@w | 'tis done 008:22,043@w | Or else I'm a son of a whore: 008:22,044@w | And fain would I meet with the man 008:22,045@w | Would offer it, would offer it once more." 008:22,046[A ]| See, see the damned fate of the town! 008:22,047[A ]| A fop that was starving of late, 008:22,048[A ]| And scarcely could borrow a crown, 008:22,049[A ]| Puts in to run for the plate. 008:22,050[A ]| And another makes chousing a trade, 008:22,051[A ]| And dreams of his projects to come, 008:22,052[A ]| And many a crimp match has made 008:22,053[A ]| By bribing another man's groom. 008:22,054[A ]| The townsmen are whiggish, God rot 'em. 008:22,055[A ]| Their hearts are but loyal by fits; 008:22,056[A ]| For, should you search to the bottom, 008:22,057[A ]| They're as nasty as their streets. 008:22,000[' ]| <3> 008:22,058[A ]| But now all hearts beware. 008:22,059[A ]| See, see on yonder downs! 008:22,060[A ]| Beauty now triumphs there, 008:22,061[A ]| And at this distance wounds. 008:22,062[A ]| In the Amazonian wars 008:22,063[A ]| Thus all the virgins shone, 008:22,064[A ]| And, like the glittering stars, 008:22,065[A ]| Paid homage to the moon. 008:22,066[A ]| Love proves a tyrant now, 008:22,067[A ]| And there doth proudly dwell; 008:22,068[A ]| For each stubborn heart must bow, 008:22,069[A ]| He has found a new way to kill. 008:22,070[A ]| For ne'er was invented before 008:22,071[A ]| Such charms of additional grace, 008:22,072[A ]| Nor has divine beauty such power 008:22,073[A ]| In every in every fair face. 008:22,074@c | "Ods bud", 008:22,074[A ]| cries my countryman John, 008:22,075@c | "Was ever the like before seen? 008:22,076@c | By hats and by feathers they've on, 008:22,077@c | Ise took 'em e'en all for men. 008:22,078@c | Embroidered and fine as the sun, 008:22,079@c | Their horses and trappings of gold; 008:22,080@c | Such a sight shall I ne'er see again, 008:22,081@c | If I live to a hundred years old." 008:22,082[A ]| This, this is the country's discourse, 008:22,083[A ]| All wondering at this rare sight: 008:22,084[A ]| Then Roger go saddle my horse 008:22,085[A ]| For I will be there tonight. 008:23,000@@@@@| 008:23,001[A ]| 008:23,002[A ]| When fate by modern abdication 008:23,003[A ]| Begun to cheer the blubbering nation; 008:23,004[A ]| When grandees fled for fear of sledges 008:23,005[A ]| And constables enacted reges; 008:23,006[A ]| Whilst the shorn tribe at fatal rumours 008:23,007[A ]| Got to St Tyburn or St Omers; 008:23,008[A ]| When crowds by zealous instigations 008:23,009[A ]| Beat down the privilege of nations 008:23,010[A ]| Like rotten tubs or empty casks, 008:23,011[A ]| The bowels burned of Popish mosques; 008:23,012[A ]| And their bold chief that led them all 008:23,013[A ]| Proudly had scorned his quondam stall 008:23,014[A ]| Where often he with gore imbrued 008:23,015[A ]| Had done his hungry country good; 008:23,016[A ]| To manage now the potent rabble 008:23,017[A ]| Spread in battalions formidable. 008:23,018[A ]| Who can express what fears did cripple 008:23,019[A ]| The hearts as well as legs of the people? ~~ 008:23,020[A ]| Especially the country rout, 008:23,021[A ]| By ignorance more exposed to doubt, 008:23,022[A ]| Who when their garlic votes they give 008:23,023[A ]| To coin a representative, 008:23,024[A ]| Though the same time no rhubarb purges 008:23,025[A ]| So much as choosing of the burgess, 008:23,026[A ]| Yet having done it by wise direction, 008:23,027[A ]| Resolve to stand by their election, 008:23,028[A ]| And for redress of grievances 008:23,029[A ]| In clusters join like savages, 008:23,030[A ]| Some thirty thousand that for sense 008:23,031[A ]| O'errated are at thirty pence. 008:23,032[A ]| Amongst their rural Myrmidons, 008:23,033[A ]| This tawny tribe of Adam's sons, 008:23,034[A ]| That met in troops to make confusion, 008:23,035[A ]| Rather than help the Revolution, 008:23,036[A ]| Two only shall their merit force 008:23,037[A ]| To make our subject of discourse. 008:23,038[A ]| The first a doughty major was, 008:23,039[A ]| In the north so known for clumsy grace, 008:23,040[A ]| 'Tis said he once went very near 008:23,041[A ]| To have been elected knight of the shire; 008:23,042[A ]| Had not fame blabbed in his despite 008:23,043[A ]| And noised him far a Jacobite, 008:23,044[A ]| A modern title used of late 008:23,045[A ]| For grumblers at the turn of state, 008:23,046[A ]| Who itching to be loyal thought 008:23,047[A ]| Makes freedom and religion naught; 008:23,048[A ]| But ere we to his mind digress, 008:23,049[A ]| 'Tis fit we write his shape and dress, 008:23,050[A ]| Both being rare in their extreme, 008:23,051[A ]| And aptly suiting with our theme. 008:23,052[A ]| His noddle was of largest size, 008:23,053[A ]| Which showed its owner wondrous wise, 008:23,054[A ]| Since bounteous Nature took such pains 008:23,055[A ]| The apartment should not crowd his brains. 008:23,056[A ]| As watches that are deepest made 008:23,057[A ]| Show best the artist at his trade, 008:23,058[A ]| The springs and wheels within that lurk, 008:23,059[A ]| Having more room to do their work: 008:23,060[A ]| So nature his capacious skull, 008:23,061[A ]| Still in his own opinion full, 008:23,062[A ]| Like fabric built with studious care 008:23,063[A ]| That wit might take good lodgings there. 008:23,064[A ]| His nose although not sprouting from 008:23,065[A ]| The honoured Nasos of old Rome, 008:23,066[A ]| By which they were esteemed endowed 008:23,067[A ]| With wisdom and with fortitude, 008:23,068[A ]| Yet was the gnomen of his face 008:23,069[A ]| As famous in another case 008:23,070[A ]| And though no type of Roman power, 008:23,071[A ]| Had much o'th' grandeur of a Moor: 008:23,072[A ]| Large, round and flatted by his nurse, 008:23,073[A ]| As traders use Bollonian curs: 008:23,074[A ]| His face not skinned with finest leather, 008:23,075[A ]| Like warrior formed to keep out weather, 008:23,076[A ]| By wars abroad and pox at home 008:23,077[A ]| Indented like a honey-comb; 008:23,078[A ]| Where plain the dreadful marks did show 008:23,079[A ]| Of dint of scab and dint of blow. 008:23,080[A ]| And as fond lovers make appear 008:23,081[A ]| That in the dimples of the fair 008:23,082[A ]| Small Cupids lie, with pointed darts 008:23,083[A ]| To storm the fortresses of hearts; 008:23,084[A ]| So Mars inured to do hurt, 008:23,085[A ]| Lay frowning here in flakes of dirt; 008:23,086[A ]| And danger peeped from every cell 008:23,087[A ]| To make him look more terrible. 008:23,088[A ]| Upon his chin no hair must grow, 008:23,089[A ]| Which made some call him an old beau; 008:23,090[A ]| For man of war as wanton was 008:23,091[A ]| At fifty as a colt in grass; 008:23,092[A ]| And had not th' times his honour feagued, 008:23,093[A ]| As often now had been intrigued; 008:23,094[A ]| Surprised and charmed his martial genus 008:23,095[A ]| With the gay charms of nuda*Venus; 008:23,096[A ]| And though the lower end of his face, 008:23,097[A ]| By barber's art lost hairy grace, 008:23,098[A ]| Yet at the upper end there lay 008:23,099[A ]| Abundance thatched like stack of hay, 008:23,100[A ]| To guard his eyes of greenish grey; 008:23,101[A ]| Besides lank tresses an ell long 008:23,102[A ]| On poll to show the Sampson strong. 008:23,103[A ]| His person best observers deem 008:23,104[A ]| Of portly stature, tall and slim, 008:23,105[A ]| With parts of large extendure born 008:23,106[A ]| To look o'er hedges and view corn; 008:23,107[A ]| Or in a crowd at country fairs, 008:23,108[A ]| Peep o'er the rest at cudgel players. 008:23,109[A ]| But was in actions brave or wise 008:23,110[A ]| No more than those of lesser size; 008:23,111[A ]| Nor had he worn ('tis said) that height 008:23,112[A ]| But for his nurse that took delight 008:23,113[A ]| To make him sprout as fast as hops 008:23,114[A ]| With a strong broth of nettle-tops; 008:23,115[A ]| A learned way to lengthen youth 008:23,116[A ]| As daisy-buds to stint the growth. 008:23,117[A ]| Thus was his person decked by nature, 008:23,118[A ]| Thus dignified by form and feature; 008:23,119[A ]| And thus as nature did her best 008:23,120[A ]| So nature's tailor did the rest, 008:23,121[A ]| Making his outward garb agree 008:23,122[A ]| Just with his soul's economy. 008:23,123[A ]| His coat was of that bloody hue, 008:23,124[A ]| That in past times did fields imbrue, 008:23,125[A ]| On which did discontented lie 008:23,126[A ]| Some sparks of old embroidery, 008:23,127[A ]| That flourished in their glittering state 008:23,128[A ]| In the sad year of eighty-eight; 008:23,129[A ]| But now, by dint of fortune's flaws, 008:23,130[A ]| As torn and tattered as the cause; 008:23,131[A ]| His waistcoat was of stubborn buff, 008:23,132[A ]| Some say fuizee and poniard proof, 008:23,133[A ]| Lined aptly to defend contusion 008:23,134[A ]| With sullen, hardy resolution, 008:23,135[A ]| Where muff hung fast with gauntlets in 008:23,136[A ]| Made of an old tough badger's skin. 008:23,137[A ]| And since 'tis needless to expose 008:23,138[A ]| His stockings, or describe his shoes, 008:23,139[A ]| Or legs, or feet, since it may be guessed 008:23,140[A ]| They were synonymous to the rest, 008:23,141[A ]| We'll spare their virtues or defects. 008:23,142[A ]| To fall upon his intellects. 008:23,143[A ]| First, that his mind his person suit, 008:23,144[A ]| He was much gifted in dispute, 008:23,145[A ]| And whether of Rome's church or Greek 008:23,146[A ]| Or English, or he were to seek 008:23,147[A ]| For any (as 'tis very rare 008:23,148[A ]| To find devotion in the war) 008:23,149[A ]| I know not, but affirm it shall, 008:23,150[A ]| That he durst argue on them all, 008:23,151[A ]| Himself with his own tenets please 008:23,152[A ]| And those he not confuted tease. 008:23,153[A ]| In politics and poetry, 008:23,154[A ]| So great a critic none as he; 008:23,155[A ]| Bold in conceit, in humour strong, 008:23,156[A ]| Would back his judgement right or wrong. 008:23,157[A ]| Though still his chiefest talent lay 008:23,158[A ]| Disputing in the martial way, 008:23,159[A ]| None e'er like him so perfect were 008:23,160[A ]| In fighting o'er the Civil War. 008:23,161[A ]| He'd tell what past then or before 008:23,162[A ]| From Edgehill fight to Marston Moor, 008:23,163[A ]| With all their actions and their names 008:23,164[A ]| From Cromwell to unlucky James 008:23,165[A ]| As readily as I can tell, 008:23,166[A ]| The names of the people where I dwell; 008:23,167[A ]| Most famous too of all the nation 008:23,168[A ]| In methods of fortification, 008:23,169[A ]| Renowned abroad, and had been once 008:23,170[A ]| At the siege of Gravelling and at Mons; 008:23,171[A ]| And seen besides, to exalt his joy, 008:23,172[A ]| The works of famous Charleroi, 008:23,173[A ]| On which you need but tip his tongue 008:23,174[A ]| To hear a speech of six hours long; 008:23,175[A ]| Loud and unweary without stint 008:23,176[A ]| Which though no truth had method in it. 008:23,177[A ]| In mathematics he was right as 008:23,178[A ]| That noble artist famed Archytas, 008:23,179[A ]| And spake as learnedly his part 008:23,180[A ]| As he in all the terms of art. 008:23,181[A ]| He'd tire your ears with pentagons, 008:23,182[A ]| With bastions, ravellings and half moons; 008:23,183[A ]| With counterscarp and parapet, 008:23,184[A ]| Rampires and horn-works make you sweat; 008:23,185[A ]| And all your outworks would assail 008:23,186[A ]| With his eternal swallow's tail. 008:23,187[A ]| In brief, there was so much in his sconce 008:23,188[A ]| Cried up by all the Romish sons, 008:23,189[A ]| That all the senate and their sense, 008:23,190[A ]| Their threatenings and their punishments, 008:23,191[A ]| Stopped not his grumbling at the state 008:23,192[A ]| Although he ne'er could tell for what. 008:23,193[A ]| In this wise rank, where few are sager 008:23,194[A ]| Full of himself appeared our Major, 008:23,195[A ]| Who though discarded from command 008:23,196[A ]| Did great in self-opinion stand, 008:23,197[A ]| And in some close cabal of his own 008:23,198[A ]| Each night turned nations upside-down, 008:23,199[A ]| Encouraged by grave instigations 008:23,200[A ]| Plots and dispersing declarations; 008:23,201[A ]| And caused poor clod-pates wanting reason 008:23,202[A ]| To be whipped for it and sent to prison, 008:23,203[A ]| But showed discretion great as valour 008:23,204[A ]| To keep his own neck out of the collar. 008:23,000[A ]| 008:24,000@@@@@| 008:24,000[' ]| 008:24,000[' ]| 008:24,001[A ]| One summer's evening when the wearied sun 008:24,002[A ]| Was hastening to go down, 008:24,003[A ]| And dewy Thetis the ocean did inspire 008:24,004[A ]| With gentle clams to court his amorous fire, 008:24,005[A ]| I left the busy town 008:24,006[A ]| To entertain my thoughts one hour alone. 008:24,007[A ]| The winds to their deep caverns did retreat 008:24,008[A ]| And only a cool breeze 008:24,009[A ]| Did softly kiss the trees, 008:24,010[A ]| To temper the past day's unruly heat. 008:24,011[A ]| A time it was when Nature seemed to employ 008:24,012[A ]| Her self in general joy, 008:24,013[A ]| And every thing was pleased in the water, earth and sky. 008:24,014[A ]| The wanton fishes danced within their streams, 008:24,015[A ]| The beats unyoked from teams 008:24,016[A ]| Ran lowing to the distant mead 008:24,017[A ]| To greet their much loved mates to sport and feed, 008:24,018[A ]| And on each lofty tree or covert bush, 008:24,019[A ]| The lark, the linnet, nightingale and thrush 008:24,020[A ]| Did in their chirping language sing 008:24,021[A ]| Long lays of love and of the smiling spring, 008:24,022[A ]| Of scattered grain near some rich farmer's house 008:24,023[A ]| And of their misses' vows; 008:24,024[A ]| Of snares and dangerous limetwigs then began 008:24,025[A ]| That oft their friends trapan; 008:24,026[A ]| Here joint invectively they long divisions ran, 008:24,027[A ]| And cursed the unnatural craft of silly yet conceited man. 008:24,028[A ]| In the dark centre of a lonely grove 008:24,029[A ]| For melancholy framed and love, 008:24,030[A ]| A rock there stands that props the adjacent hill, 008:24,031[A ]| Craggy and mossy made for unknown skill, 008:24,032[A ]| Of wondrous height and magnitude, 008:24,033[A ]| Impenetrable stone and rude; 008:24,034[A ]| From whose aspiring top a stream did pour, 008:24,035[A ]| Swift cataracts whose fall and dreadful roar 008:24,036[A ]| Wonder and terror bore. 008:24,037[A ]| Here Nature, the pageant mansion to adorn, 008:24,038[A ]| Its hollow sides had into conduits worn, 008:24,039[A ]| Whose depth and bottom none did ever see 008:24,040[A ]| But only God and she. 008:24,041[A ]| 'Twas here her private storehouse she did keep, 008:24,042[A ]| Here mighty treasures heap, 008:24,043[A ]| Safe as in Neptune's closet of the deep. 008:24,044[A ]| I, much delighted with the cool recess 008:24,045[A ]| Of this miraculous place, 008:24,046[A ]| Laid myself down to rest and meditate 008:24,047[A ]| Upon the world's and my uncertain state, 008:24,048[A ]| And all the prodigies of fate; 008:24,049[A ]| When a kind echo near me drew 008:24,050[A ]| A voice methought I knew; 008:24,051[A ]| And so it was, for when again it spoke, 008:24,052[A ]| Looking toward the farthest side of the rock 008:24,053[A ]| I saw two persons, the one was sad and mute, 008:24,054[A ]| Whilst the other awfully held grave dispute, 008:24,055[A ]| Whom when to view he did himself extend 008:24,056[A ]| I knew to be my good old friend. 008:24,057[A ]| A wondrous man born of celestial race, 008:24,058[A ]| The beams of honour, virtue, grace, 008:24,059[A ]| Shone in his comely, reverend face, 008:24,060[A ]| On which you might perceive 008:24,061[A ]| Many a smarting wound and scar 008:24,062[A ]| He for his king and country had received 008:24,063[A ]| In bloody field and loyal war, 008:24,064[A ]| Reward for which he ne'er ignobly sought 008:24,065[A ]| But the oblivion of his merits thought: 008:24,066[A ]| His own misfortune, not his prince's fault. 008:24,067[A ]| About his neck a golden medal hung, 008:24,068[A ]| Which he achieved when young: 008:24,069[A ]| A Caesar's figure there was coined, which he 008:24,070[A ]| With his own hand had given, the badge of loyalty; 008:24,071[A ]| Yet ne'er could fame his constancy divide 008:24,072[A ]| With an ungenerous pride. 008:24,073[A ]| His heart was humble, full of modesty 008:24,074[A ]| As virgin infancy; 008:24,075[A ]| Plain were his thoughts, ne'er taught the tedious rules 008:24,076[A ]| By pedant fools 008:24,077[A ]| Of humming colleges or buzzing schools; 008:24,078[A ]| And yet by the vigour of his wit could reach 008:24,079[A ]| The depth of Nature's mysteries, and preach 008:24,080[A ]| All the morals wise philosophy could teach. 008:24,081[A ]| None sure was e'er renowned as he, 008:24,082[A ]| Religious , good, of heavenly pedigree, 008:24,083[A ]| Adored by all the virtuous world, his name was Honesty. 008:24,084[A ]| The other was his son, 'twas strange to see 008:24,085[A ]| Such bitter fruit spring from so good a tree. 008:24,086[A ]| Vicious and vain he was, a wanton youth 008:24,087[A ]| That wandered from the truth 008:24,088[A ]| Treading in slippery paths, rash Error was his name, 008:24,089[A ]| Never the heir to his great father's fame 008:24,090[A ]| But of his mother frailties shame. 008:24,091[A ]| His eyes, the flaming tapers of reproach 008:24,092[A ]| Kindled at some late debauch, 008:24,093[A ]| Looked glowing red, and on his flesh were seen 008:24,094[A ]| Some marks of wounds, but not such as had been 008:24,095[A ]| The scars of honour, but of infamy, 008:24,096[A ]| The effects of wine, night brawls, temerity, 008:24,097[A ]| When for suburban jilt he fought and she 008:24,098[A ]| Most impudently swore, 008:24,099[A ]| He solely enjoyed the Indies that she bore; 008:24,100[A ]| Yet the salacious whore 008:24,101[A ]| Was at that hour engaged to fifty more. 008:24,102[A ]| His pockets swelled with challenges and news, 008:24,103[A ]| Lascivious pamphlets, billet douxs, 008:24,104[A ]| And tickets from the beldame of the stews. 008:24,105[A ]| Deaf to reproof he was, and hugged his crimes, 008:24,106[A ]| A modish fop, a creature of the times; 008:24,107[A ]| One that could flatter every golden clod, 008:24,108[A ]| And call my spindle lord, that made him drunk, his god; 008:24,109[A ]| Adore the reverend, wrinkled lady Quaint, 008:24,110[A ]| And swear she's more celestial than a saint; 008:24,111[A ]| Protest not Venus' doves had been 008:24,112[A ]| White as her face's skin, 008:24,113[A ]| Though he could see no part of it for paint; 008:24,114[A ]| Stubborn as Eli's sons, or Jacob's envious brood, 008:24,115[A ]| Stranger to wise men, and a foe to good, 008:24,116[A ]| And most ungrateful, loved his father less 008:24,117[A ]| Because he did his crimes express, 008:24,118[A ]| And held the mirror up to show his wickedness. 008:24,119[A ]| But as the eternal does his mercies show 008:24,120[A ]| And grant remission below 008:24,121[A ]| To mortals that rebellious grow, 008:24,122[A ]| Thus proving divine mystery, 008:24,123[A ]| And that to live from passions free 008:24,124[A ]| Is only the province of the deity, 008:24,125[A ]| So the reverend sire, after a stream had run 008:24,126[A ]| From his eyes' aged fountains, thus begun 008:24,127[A ]| To pity and instruct his just precipitating son. 008:24,128@b | "Where wilt thou fall, ah, why thy self destroy, 008:24,129@b | Rash, heedless boy? 008:24,130@b | Why dost thou snatch at a deluding bait 008:24,131@b | That hooks thee to thy fate, 008:24,132@b | O thou unfortunate? 008:24,133@b | Look here and borrow thy old father's eye, 008:24,134@b | Look well and through this perspect shalt thou spy 008:24,135@b | The world dressed in her vanity. 008:24,136@b | See here Ambition plotting how to climb 008:24,137@b | Up to a seat sublime, 008:24,138@b | And now aloud resounds his fame, 008:24,139@b | Now like a meteor does he flame 008:24,140@b | Whilst all the air is filled with echoes of his name. 008:24,141@b | But see, the wheel of chance is turned, 008:24,142@b | And what was so admired is scorned; 008:24,143@b | The blazing comet shines not, that before 008:24,144@b | Enlightened the horizon o'er: 008:24,145@b | The exhalation's spent and seen no more. 008:24,146@b | See there where Faction with his hundred hands, 008:24,147@b | And treasons numerous as sands, 008:24,148@b | Impious though old, stands preaching in a tree, 008:24,149@b | Stirring the long-eared rout to mutiny; 008:24,150@b | From infancy a traitor known, 008:24,151@b | One that would fight for conscience, but had none. 008:24,152@b | Hark how the mobile shout, that echoing peal 008:24,153@b | Portends the downfall of the commonweal: 008:24,154@b | Some monarch now 008:24,155@b | To the force must bow, 008:24,156@b | Of brutish ignorance, pretended zeal. 008:24,157@b | Next turn thy eye and view religion's state, 008:24,158@b | And there perhaps you'll find too late, 008:24,159@b | The canting parasite gilt fortune serves, 008:24,160@b | Whilst the truly pious starves. 008:24,161@b | 'Tis the sly, fleer and supple knee unties 008:24,162@b | The purse of gouty avarice; 008:24,163@b | And we may boldly now declare 008:24,164@b | The clergy thrive by flattery more than prayer. 008:24,165@b | See how that reverend doctor vails his cap 008:24,166@b | To yon profane court ape! 008:24,167@b | Sure he has some suit to beg, 008:24,168@b | That thus he sneaks and scrapes a leg 008:24,169@b | Whilst the other proudly keeps him bare: Thus we may see 008:24,170@b | Learning's the footstool of court Vanity. 008:24,171@b | See next where Beauty comes, parent of darling sin, 008:24,172@b | That charming demon of the skin, 008:24,173@b | That victor that great monarchs rules, 008:24,174@b | That paradise of loving fools, 008:24,175@b | That gets more souls 008:24,176@b | Than heaven and all the miracles within. 008:24,177@b | That soul of joy, that tyrant o'er the blood, 008:24,178@b | That blessing, yet a curse, though heavenly, yet not good; 008:24,179@b | That potent power that with resistless art, 008:24,180@b | Reigns all in all and all in every part. 008:24,181@b | O how she shines and does her nets prepare, 008:24,182@b | Look how they crowd into her snare, 008:24,183@b | And think eternal bliss is there; 008:24,184@b | Till sickness shades the glaring light, 008:24,185@b | Then what they once thought bright 008:24,186@b | Appears a horrid spectre, hideous to the sight. 008:24,187@b | But these remarks, fond boy, are few: 008:24,188@b | Search nature through, 008:24,189@b | And thou shalt find a thousand new: 008:24,190@b | A strange vicissitude of things, 008:24,191@b | From peasants even to kings. 008:24,192@b | Then patient merit shalt thou find ill used, 008:24,193@b | Virtue and wit by ignorance abused; 008:24,194@b | Knowledge low as the grave dejected lies, 008:24,195@b | Whilst in all places vice doth only rise. 008:24,196@b | In the country, city court, new crimes we see, 008:24,197@b | A most unnatural change in each degree, 008:24,198@b | And nothing scorned or slighted more than Honesty." 008:24,199[A ]| Thus spake the good old man with modest grace, 008:24,200[A ]| And here a second shower apace, 008:24,201[A ]| Fell on his beard like gems, and decked his reverend face. 008:24,202[A ]| But error who had with much impatience sate, 008:24,203[A ]| And heard his father moral truths relate, 008:24,204[A ]| Like libertines within a temple shut, 008:24,205[A ]| Who having no way to get out, 008:24,206[A ]| Are forced a while to be devout, 008:24,207[A ]| With an unwilling mind obeyed: 008:24,208[A ]| Still stung with rage to hear the court reproved, 008:24,209[A ]| The court he so much loved, 008:24,210[A ]| Raising his drowsy head this answer made: 008:24,211@c | "To the aged, sir, that pleasures reap in vain. 008:24,212@c | All pleasure seems a pain: 008:24,213@c | The choicest banquet is but made a waste, 008:24,214@c | To one that has no taste; 008:24,215@c | And therefore you whose insipid palate's down, 008:24,216@c | Past help of all the physicians in the town, 008:24,217@c | Failing to relish, rail at the courtly treat 008:24,218@c | On which with joy and greediness we eat; 008:24,219@c | Because your stomach cannot be preserved 008:24,220@c | You wish all others starved: 008:24,221@c | So the withered beldam, youthful once and gay, 008:24,222@c | That in December now reflects on her past May, 008:24,223@c | Missing with grief the effects of love 008:24,224@c | She formerly could prove, 008:24,225@c | Grows mad, and with true woman's malice stung, 008:24,226@c | Hates all her sex and wishes damned the beautiful and young. 008:24,227@b | "Wretched is he, 008:24,227[A ]| replied the sire, 008:24,227@b | that tries 008:24,228@b | To make a senseless idiot good or wise: 008:24,229@b | He cultivates with endless toil, 008:24,230@b | A barren, rocky and unfruitful soil, 008:24,231@b | Where thistles only grow, and not one valued grain can rise. 008:24,232@b | Think not, rash fool, that I the court deprave, 008:24,233@b | 'Cause I no favour have: 008:24,234@b | Honesty in it self's rewarded more, 008:24,235@b | And is like charity to the poor, 008:24,236@b | Repaid from the eternal store. 008:24,237@b | I only for thy sake 008:24,238@b | Did some reflections make 008:24,239@b | To teach thee how the virtuous to prefer 008:24,240@b | Before the rich, the lewd or popular. 008:24,241@b | The court's a spacious garden and it breeds 008:24,242@b | Both fragrant flowers and noisome weeds: 008:24,243@b | Hemlock and jessamine flourish and sprout forth, 008:24,244@b | As if of equal worth; 008:24,245@b | Which to distinguish is well worth thy care. 008:24,246@b | And that my fame thou maist no more abuse, 008:24,247@b | By pleading ignorance for excuse, 008:24,248@b | In silence give attentive ear, 008:24,249@b | And I'll describe both good and bad in each true character. 008:24,250@b | Titus the second reigns, he whose celestial mind 008:24,251@b | Styles him the joy of human kind, 008:24,252@b | So good that, if 'twere possible there should be 008:24,253@b | Another heaven-born god and man 008:24,254@b | Since our great saviour's reign, 008:24,255@b | By the bright host above I'd swear 'tis he. 008:24,256@b | In every kingly grace he does abound, 008:24,257@b | For wisdom loved, for clemency renowned, 008:24,258@b | And in each art the learned e'er desired 008:24,259@b | Most skilful and admired. 008:24,260@b | What mystic knowledge human nature blessed 008:24,261@b | That dwells not in his breast? 008:24,262@b | What virtue e'er did heaven to man impart 008:24,263@b | That centres not within his royal heart? 008:24,264@b | Or what inspiring rhetoric did belong 008:24,265@b | To the wise old poet's song 008:24,266@b | That flows not now from his oraculous tongue? 008:24,267@b | Look in his face, and heaven has portrayed there 008:24,268@b | The grandeur that true majesty should wear: 008:24,269@b | Awful his brow and terrible his frown, 008:24,270@b | On such as dim the lustre of his crown; 008:24,271@b | Yet may the loyal in each feature see 008:24,272@b | Such marks of godlike clemency, 008:24,273@b | That whilst they tremble they're delighted too, 008:24,274@b | And with a silent veneration view. 008:24,275@b | He loves his people, and their faith defends, 008:24,276@b | The best of masters and the best of friends; 008:24,277@b | Patient though wronged, never to passion driven, 008:24,278@b | Just as his laws and merciful as heaven. 008:24,279@b | His heart is humble though his throne is high, 008:24,280@b | So constant that hell's worst plots he dares defy 008:24,281@b | And smile at trembling traitors that stand by. 008:24,282@b | Whoe'er but he a just revenge could quell, 008:24,283@b | When his great father fell? 008:24,284@b | Who could forgive the impious mobile 008:24,285@b | But only he, 008:24,286@b | That has more heavenly pity than mortality? 008:24,287@b | Yet still the barbarous rebels him infest, 008:24,288@b | Still they his loved and dear-bought peace molest, 008:24,289@b | And murmur at his reign though in it blessed. 008:24,290@b | Like brutes they feed upon the fat of the land, 008:24,291@b | In peace they live and nature's stores command; 008:24,292@b | Yet use his bounty to no other end 008:24,293@b | But to have power to offend. 008:24,294@b | While mercy sways these saints a war maintain: 008:24,295@b | They're never quiet but when tyrants reign. 008:24,296@b | And as a stubborn child that oft has proved 008:24,297@b | His mother's fond indulgency and love, 008:24,298@b | Vexed at some trifle, stamps, lies down and cries, 008:24,299@b | Blubbers and swells and her command denies, 008:24,300@b | Until at last she out of patience grows 008:24,301@b | And quells the little rebel with pathetic blows, 008:24,302@b | So the factious never true allegiance wore 008:24,303@b | Till conquered and kept poor! 008:24,304@b | For as a famous bard did sing of yore, 008:24,305@b | Nothing rebellion plants in English blood, 008:24,306@b | But too much plenty and a prince too good. 008:24,307@b | But, ah, no more, fond muse no more; 008:24,308@b | He needs not thy poor praise, therefore give o'er: 008:24,309@b | He, like the sun, shines everywhere so bright, 008:24,310@b | There can be no additional light, 008:24,311@b | No more than thou canst see 008:24,312@b | With mortal eyes celestial mystery 008:24,313@b | Or with a plummet sound endless eternity. 008:24,314@b | Next Resolution comes, the great, the good, 008:24,315@b | Allied to him in virtues as in blood; 008:24,316@b | A hero for his constancy renowned, 008:24,317@b | And in mysterious politics profound; 008:24,318@b | Positive, fixed and settled to his will, 008:24,319@b | And dares do any thing but ill, 008:24,320@b | Revenge his wrongs though they like hydras grow, 008:24,321@b | A faithful friend but a most dreadful foe; 008:24,322@b | Bravest in danger, valiant though not rash: 008:24,323@b | For, when the Belgian streamers braved the British cross, 008:24,324@b | Then on the bloody deck he seemed to grow, 008:24,325@b | Whilst fate affrighted aimed the shot too low, 008:24,326@b | Awed with the terror of his dauntless brow. 008:24,327@b | A loyal prince and wise, secure of fate, 008:24,328@b | Of honour nice, in every action great. 008:24,329@b | Not fond of sway, but if by right his own 008:24,330@b | In his life's scale he weighs a throne 008:24,331@b | His haughty soul ne'er understood 008:24,332@b | To humour the mechanic brood. 008:24,333@b | The people like rough waters are to him 008:24,334@b | On which he swims against the stream; 008:24,335@b | Nor fears the dangers of the wildest storm ~~ 008:24,336@b | His courage and his fate contemns all harm; 008:24,337@b | In his religion firm but not precise, 008:24,338@b | Admires the counsel of the wise, 008:24,339@b | But cares not to be catechised, 008:24,340@b | Or new untrodden paths be shown, 008:24,341@b | As if the way to heaven he had not known, 008:24,342@b | Or that his soul were not his own. 008:24,343@b | His conscience will be guided by his sense, 008:24,344@b | Not by the vulgar's impudence. 008:24,345@b | So the Roman heroes rather chose to die 008:24,346@b | By their own noble hands than by an enemy. 008:24,347@b | Deep in a hollow, dark and dreadful cave, 008:24,348@b | Black and gloomy as the grave, 008:24,349@b | That never saw a lucid ray 008:24,350@b | Of the sun's face, nor cheerful day, 008:24,351@b | But, shaded o'er with baleful ivy, seemed 008:24,352@b | The cottage of some melancholy fiend; 008:24,353@b | On whose top ever sate the ghastly owl, 008:24,354@b | Shrieking her baleful note and horrid howl, 008:24,355@b | Far from the pleasing chirp of other fowl, 008:24,356@b | Old Discord did with pale-faced Treason dwell, 008:24,357@b | Near neighbours and much nearer friends to hell. 008:24,358@b | There in a grot where never leaf was seen, 008:24,359@b | Nor any thing that's green, 008:24,360@b | But stumps of rotten trees and thorns that long had blasted been, 008:24,361@b | Treason in darkness lay. 008:24,362@b | His lodging furnished was 008:24,363@b | With poniards, pistols, daggers, many a glass 008:24,364@b | With mortal liquid substance filled 008:24,365@b | That loyalty had often killed, 008:24,366@b | When ne'er a sword could do it in honour's field. 008:24,367@b | Discord's apartment different was seen: 008:24,368@b | He had a lawyer been, 008:24,369@b | One that if fee were large could loudly bawl, 008:24,370@b | But had a cough of the lungs if small; 008:24,371@b | And never cared who lost so he might win. 008:24,372@b | His shelves were crammed with processes and writs 008:24,373@b | That dulled poor clients' wits; 008:24,374@b | Long rolls of parchment, bonds, citations, wills, 008:24,375@b | Fines, executions, errors, and eternal chancery bills. 008:24,376@b | This blessed pair thought this obscure retreat 008:24,377@b | A place most for their purpose fit 008:24,378@b | To forge their villainies and exclaim 008:24,379@b | On Resolution's name, 008:24,380@b | And blast his spreading fame: 008:24,381@b | Which to perform, and safe to stem this stream, 008:24,382@b | They make religion the theme, 008:24,383@b | The rabble's bugbear and the courtier's dream, 008:24,384@b | And only the wise man's shining beam: 008:24,385@b | Religion, ever made the grave disguise 008:24,386@b | Of horrid villainies. 008:24,387@b | And now the news does various thoughts inspire; 008:24,388@b | Now, now the train has taken fire, 008:24,389@b | And straight 'tis buzzed about the town, 008:24,390@b | Religion's raced, the charter, king and crown 008:24,391@b | In danger. This the vulgar swallow down, 008:24,392@b | Then rail at resolution, and find flaws 008:24,393@b | Even in his title, swear the good old cause 008:24,394@b | Is lost, and broke are all the canon laws. 008:24,395@b | In this impetuous torrent of the state 008:24,396@b | Young Marcian rises, famed of late 008:24,397@b | For conduct, courage and advantages of fate; 008:24,398@b | Mighty in office, public in report, 008:24,399@b | Powerful in the army, and beloved at court; 008:24,400@b | Borne on the people's shoulders with such pride 008:24,401@b | As Indian kings on conquered princes ride. 008:24,402@b | Heaven marked him for uncommon destiny: 008:24,403@b | None favoured more, nor none more great than he, 008:24,404@b | Till hell's cursed agents caused his sense to stray 008:24,405@b | Out of his once loved path, his loyal way, 008:24,406@b | And counselled him to disobey; 008:24,407@b | Friendly to his destruction him advise 008:24,408@b | That on his ruin they might rise, 008:24,409@b | And more the weakness of his youth to try, 008:24,410@b | And swell his illegitimate ambition high, 008:24,411@b | With hopes to gain a crown, 008:24,412@b | Which they by right knew ne'er could be his own, 008:24,413@b | Two wretched sons of Belial rose 008:24,414@b | Unhappy Resolution to oppose 008:24,415@b | And swore for Marcian much, but more for clothes. 008:24,416@b | Their deep-mouthed oaths to the lofty skies were sent 008:24,417@b | That there would be a change in government, 008:24,418@b | A massacre, and princes were to die, 008:24,419@b | The Lord knows when, or how, or why, 008:24,420@b | Yet some affirm it truth and some a lie. 008:24,421@b | Strong proofs were made and the law was satisfied, 008:24,422@b | And being justly tried, 008:24,423@b | Fate turned his mortal point and the shorn elders died; 008:24,424@b | But all so constant and with such humility 008:24,425@b | That even I, impartial Honesty, 008:24,426@b | Offered some pitying tears, the effects of human charity. 008:24,427@b | A crown, which with magnetic influence draws 008:24,428@b | The souls of great ones to its charming laws, 008:24,429@b | Tempts fathomed Marcian to espouse the cause: 008:24,430@b | In show at least. Then for his sake 008:24,431@b | The shouting rabble mighty bonfires make. 008:24,432@b | The blazing faggots did each street adorn, 008:24,433@b | As if he did from victory return; 008:24,434@b | Unhappy flames, which since he finds to true, 008:24,435@b | Singed both his grandeur and discretion too. 008:24,436@b | But when their prince, the rightful heir of fame, 008:24,437@b | To prove his innocence from exile came, 008:24,438@b | No arches were adorned, no triumphs made, 008:24,439@b | He Gorgon-like made the wild herd afraid; 008:24,440@b | No joyful shouts or welcome bells, 008:24,441@b | Nor lights set out but all like snails 008:24,442@b | Shrunk their fanatic horns into their shells. 008:24,443@b | To encourage all, a nobleman appears 008:24,444@b | For wit and valour famous many years, 008:24,445@b | And choosing knights of the shires: 008:24,446@b | A poet, soldier, lover, all that can 008:24,447@b | Make up an extraordinary man, 008:24,448@b | In whom his enemies most own 008:24,449@b | Perfection in excess, external shown, 008:24,450@b | But in his intellect unknown: 008:24,451@b | Sometimes for the king, then for the mobile: 008:24,452@b | But what is wit if it want loyalty? 008:24,453@b | A witty rebel is no more 008:24,454@b | Than like a handsome, public whore, 008:24,455@b | Infamous and contemned by the wise and good, 008:24,456@b | And only useful to the lewd. 008:24,457@b | Yet if we e'er could judge of hearts 008:24,458@b | By knowledge or by parts, 008:24,459@b | We our Parmenio should prefer, 008:24,460@b | Equally brave with his great ancestor. 008:24,461@b | For if rebellion buds where grows such sense? 008:24,462@b | The devil converted preaches abstinence. 008:24,463@b | In his right hand a peer he led 008:24,464@b | Of whose worth more hereafter shall be said; 008:24,465@b | With a young baron filed, just fledged in the laws, 008:24,466@b | And newly then corrupted to the cause, 008:24,467@b | Ushered by bold Sir Thopas; and in the other 008:24,468@b | A lean warped, canting linsey-wolsey brother. 008:24,469@b | Next a fat author waddled into view, 008:24,470@b | For satyr famous and sedition too, 008:24,471@b | A Gog and Magog in each outward part, 008:24,472@b | But the least of pygmies in his sense and art; 008:24,473@b | Distracted nature swore there was no kin 008:24,474@b | 'Twixt his external gifts and those within. 008:24,475@b | His soul just dwindled to a voice, 008:24,476@b | Rails at her thoughtless choice, 008:24,477@b | And the body sweating out its wrongs 008:24,478@b | Coughs answers from distempered lungs; 008:24,479@b | Tells the invisible phantom that 008:24,480@b | 'Twas her lean quality made him so fat; 008:24,481@b | Useless in all, unfit to think 008:24,482@b | Or do, but only sleep and drink; 008:24,483@b | And forced in this great dearth of sense 008:24,484@b | To have refuge only from his impudence, 008:24,485@b | To side with the factions that would monarchs rule 008:24,486@b | And grow a positive, busy prating fool. 008:24,487@b | There are a sort of men, a mongrel race, 008:24,488@b | That loyalty like coin deface 008:24,489@b | And think that kind of honesty is best 008:24,490@b | That suits most with their carnal interest; 008:24,491@b | That loves their prince only by fits, 008:24,492@b | Just as the humour or their business hits; 008:24,493@b | And ne'er will his prerogative maintain, 008:24,494@b | But when they're chapmen with hopes of gain, 008:24,495@b | Or from his power expect 008:24,496@b | Something they could not else effect. 008:24,497@b | A suit against himself their votes pursue: 008:24,498@b | For that they'll wheedle, fawn and woo, 008:24,499@b | Yet swear they're loyal all and true. 008:24,500@b | So the citizen that his soul has pliant made, 008:24,501@b | And bound his conscience 'prentice to his trade, 008:24,502@b | The person ever does most kindly treat 008:24,503@b | That he designs to cheat. 008:25,000@@@@@| 008:25,000[' ]| 008:25,001@b | The honest wretch that virtue does adore 008:25,002@b | Is certain to be poor. 008:25,003@b | The garment cannot this nice age adorn, 008:25,004@b | 'Tis out of mode, not decent to be worn; 008:25,005@b | A rugged maxim which we treat 008:25,006@b | As a theme useless grown, and obsolete, 008:25,007@b | Whilst other tenets the erring court does guide: 008:25,008@b | Flattery, folly, pride, 008:25,009@b | Lust and a thousand crimes beside. 008:25,010@b | Who'd think man had a share of heavenly grace 008:25,011@b | That saw grave Mosca flatter for a place, 008:25,012@b | Or know a reverend judge in the law profound 008:25,013@b | Sell an offender's life for fifty pound? 008:25,014@b | Or see a modest scholar cringe to a lord 008:25,015@b | That, swelled with land and nonsense, scorns to afford 008:25,016@b | The humble prostitute a word? 008:25,017@b | Why should stiff Balbus, that through the gazing rout 008:25,018@b | In triumph rides, scorn his wise friend on foot 008:25,019@b | Who though he lowly bows with humble grace 008:25,020@b | The purblind puppet never turns his face, 008:25,021@b | Nor answers the salute again: 008:25,022@b | His cravat string both sides has wedged his chin? 008:25,023@b | But 'tis not state, nor gold, nor gay attire 008:25,024@b | Can the learned soul with vanity inspire. 008:25,025@b | The book and sense he understands 008:25,026@b | Makes him more rich than the other's lands. 008:25,027@b | He knows, though white and soft appears the skin, 008:25,028@b | A rotten carcass may be hid within. 008:25,029@b | Though clogged with lackeys the gilt coach does roll, 008:25,030@b | The wallowing spark within may be an owl. 008:25,031@b | Though Vesta scour with coach and six abroad, 008:25,032@b | She's in her warm apartment known a bawd 008:25,033@b | Who, thriving on the sins of the nation, 008:25,034@b | Each minute damns her self in her vocation. 008:25,035@b | Then if this knowledge we repeat 008:25,036@b | And view the chances of unconstant fate, 008:25,037@b | Who would be fond of being great? 008:25,038@b | Who would on favour e'er depend 008:25,039@b | When there is no such thing as friend; 008:25,040@b | No constant love, no grateful action due, 008:25,041@b | No man that's profit proof, nor woman true? 008:25,042@b | You friend if wanted shall soon weary prove; 008:25,043@b | Your mistress haunted shall desert your love: 008:25,044@b | Nay, your self against your better self shall hold 008:25,045@b | And the vices of your body damn your soul. 008:25,046@b | Yet hold, satiric muse, pull in thy rein 008:25,047@b | And thy wild reason's sentiments restrain. 008:25,048@b | Though vice around the court like lightning rove, 008:25,049@b | It cannot sure blast all the grove. 008:25,050@b | Old loyal Clitus is in fame sublime, 008:25,051@b | He threescore years has faced the storms of time, 008:25,052@b | Untainted of the least ungenerous crime; 008:25,053@b | And though his fortune some moist heads decry, 008:25,054@b | None touch his courage or his loyalty. 008:25,055@b | His part was valour, valour the soldier's bliss: 008:25,056@b | Success was heaven's prerogative, not his. 008:25,057@b | With him brave Cleon joins, the good, the sage, 008:25,058@b | Wise even in youth, and beautiful in age; 008:25,059@b | A man graced with his prudent monarch's trust, 008:25,060@b | The truest sign of being just. 008:25,061@b | The Irish confines loudly can proclaim 008:25,062@b | His virtue and his fame. 008:25,063@b | He's brave as Honour's self, does Merit nobly prize, 008:25,064@b | Valiant like Hector, like Ulysses wise; 008:25,065@b | There's honest Memnon too, and Battus learned by fits, 008:25,066@b | And good Macaenas, patron of the wits, 008:25,067@b | With some few more which I omit. 008:25,068@b | For now my muse grows weary of her theme, 008:25,069@b | This courtly gay fantastic dream, 008:25,070@b | And to the city steers, 008:25,071@b | The famed metropolis of factious doubts and fears; 008:25,072@b | There she a while lies down, 008:25,073@b | As tired armies rest ere they attack a town. 008:25,074@b | Amongst the grandees gifted to rebel, 008:25,075@b | That this vast buzzing hive with faction swell, 008:25,076@b | There's one whose character is hard to tell: 008:25,077@b | And old quack statesman that had rather die 008:25,078@b | Than lose a grain of popularity 008:25,079@b | Or be accounted loyal on condition 008:25,080@b | To be thought less a politician. 008:25,081@b | Some call him Hophni, some Achitophel, 008:25,082@b | Others chief advocate for Hell; 008:25,083@b | Some cry he sure a second Janus is, 008:25,084@b | And all things past and future sees; 008:25,085@b | Another rapt with satyr swears his eyes 008:25,086@b | Upon himself are spies, 008:25,087@b | And slyly do their optics inward roll 008:25,088@b | To watch the subtle motions of his soul, 008:25,089@b | That they with sharp perspective sight 008:25,090@b | And help of intellectual light 008:25,091@b | May guide the helm of the state aright, 008:25,092@b | Nay view what will hereafter be 008:25,093@b | By their all-seeing quality. 008:25,094@b | The erring ancients much did Argus prize 008:25,095@b | That royal sentinel for his hundred eyes; 008:25,096@b | If him they so admired, what would they do 008:25,097@b | If they our passive hero knew 008:25,098@b | That sees a hundred ways with two? 008:25,099@b | His body once so active known 008:25,100@b | Is with diseases cramped and useless grown; 008:25,101@b | His conscience long imprisoned with his gout 008:25,102@b | Now cares not to get out, 008:25,103@b | Lest losing the retreat which here she gained 008:25,104@b | She nowhere should be entertained; 008:25,105@b | His bone's his weather-glass, and his back 008:25,106@b | Is his perpetual almanac 008:25,107@b | By which he knows ere 'tis too late 008:25,108@b | Both change of weather and the state; 008:25,109@b | His subtlety so nice his brethren find 008:25,110@b | He jealous grows of all mankind, 008:25,111@b | Much doubts himself, but more those men 008:25,112@b | That he but newly has drawn in, 008:25,113@b | And therefore strange conclusions tries, 008:25,114@b | And to be thought extremely wise 008:25,115@b | Leaves them to act, himself to advise. 008:25,116@b | Thus as some trumpeter to battle drawn 008:25,117@b | Fights not himself but still sets others on, 008:25,118@b | He ne'er himself would the danger meet, 008:25,119@b | But employed those that had least wit; 008:25,120@b | And as some grandees of late times have done, 008:25,121@b | Made their rebellion hide his own. 008:25,122@b | There nothing can so great a bugbear be 008:25,123@b | To his speculative sense as monarchy: 008:25,124@b | He hates to hear the name of king, 008:25,125@b | And wishes there were no such thing, 008:25,126@b | And as a skilful rider oft is forced 008:25,127@b | (That sees his enemy much better horsed) 008:25,128@b | To thrust him from his seat, and so 008:25,129@b | Get ground of his well mounted foe, 008:25,130@b | So he, true jockey of the state 008:25,131@b | That at his post ne'er came too late, 008:25,132@b | Dismounts all his antagonists beside, 008:25,133@b | That he himself might only ride. 008:25,134@b | Ambition in his face does plain appear 008:25,135@b | Through its thin veil, a sly fanatic fleer, 008:25,136@b | And you without a perspective may see 008:25,137@b | Pride in each feature of humility. 008:25,138@b | State-gamester like he the nation nicks 008:25,139@b | And meekness is his best of politics; 008:25,140@b | So the unfathomed flood does smile and soothe, 008:25,141@b | No danger threatens, all is calm and smooth, 008:25,142@b | Tempting the unwary traveller to wade in 008:25,143@b | Who then too late finds no way out again. 008:25,144@b | 'Tis deep as Hell, and no redress is found, 008:25,145@b | But the unhappy wretch must sink and drown. 008:25,146@b | To match this Rabbi there is one 008:25,147@b | Not equalled but by him in all the town: 008:25,148@b | The City's mouth, by which she tells 008:25,149@b | Her fears, her prophecies and oracles; 008:25,150@b | A man whom zealous numbers join 008:25,151@b | To enrich with their own darling coin, 008:25,152@b | And as Venetians deal with Jews, 008:25,153@b | Commit it carefully to use - 008:25,154@b | Not that they do impose this trust, 008:25,155@b | Encouraged by his fame of being just, 008:25,156@b | For he this thriving maxim has professed, 008:25,157@b | That the conscience of the wise is interest, 008:25,158@b | But that in proper time a bank might swell 008:25,159@b | To bribe dissenting brethren to rebel. 008:25,160@b | He's one that still with Beauty keeps a league, 008:25,161@b | And his past life was famous for intrigue: 008:25,162@b | He haunted brothels and grew lewd, 008:25,163@b | The better to distinguish good; 008:25,164@b | With hoary bawds kept formal interest, 008:25,165@b | To sift into the nature of the beast; 008:25,166@b | And as some parents fondly used 008:25,167@b | To send their children to the stews, 008:25,168@b | Urge 'em to wenches, wine and dice, 008:25,169@b | That they the sooner may grow wise, 008:25,170@b | And see the vanity of vice, 008:25,171@b | So he for many years did bend his will 008:25,172@b | To know the quintessence of ill: 008:25,173@b | In wild night frolics spent a fair estate, 008:25,174@b | And with each suburb jilt grew intimate 008:25,175@b | For moral virtue's sake, as some agree, 008:25,176@b | But others bluntly swear 'twas lechery, 008:25,177@b | An itching demon which long since did dwell 008:25,178@b | In his hot veins, but now transformed to zeal - 008:25,179@b | Zeal that inspires him to debate 008:25,180@b | The people's doubts, and errors of the state, 008:25,181@b | And makes him in the public hall, 008:25,182@b | Echoing with noise and nonsense, loudly bawl. 008:25,183@b | There is a time, by custom counted fit, 008:25,184@b | When numerous crowds in consultation meet 008:25,185@b | To pry into the state's condition 008:25,186@b | And severally play the politician; 008:25,187@b | By force then proud Green Apron tyrants sway 008:25,188@b | And legislative orders bluntly disobey; 008:25,189@b | Not force of arms, for few need fear 008:25,190@b | They so courageous will appear, 008:25,191@b | But powerful vote, ear-deafening voice, 008:25,192@b | And indefatigable noise. 008:25,193@b | Two tribunes for the people then are chose: 008:25,194@b | Bulwarks against foreign and domestic foes, 008:25,195@b | And those in the election soonest thrive 008:25,196@b | That dare entrench upon prerogative 008:25,197@b | And raise rebellious tenets high 008:25,198@b | Upon the neck of loyalty; 008:25,199@b | But that such villainy should dwell 008:25,200@b | In purblind zeal 008:25,201@b | To place in office of such weighty trust 008:25,202@b | A rebel, amongst all his tribe the worst, 008:25,203@b | Is the severest instance that we lie 008:25,204@b | Slaves to the yoke of impudent presbytery. 008:25,205@b | Ungrateful Vulgar, had you none to choose 008:25,206@b | But one that all obedience did refuse? 008:25,207@b | Could you with no less fiend begin 008:25,208@b | But Lucifer himself must be drawn in? 008:25,209@b | Of zealous Rabbis still you had enough, 008:25,210@b | Prophets for oath, bravos for proof; 008:25,211@b | Could not this serve, but you must fall 008:25,212@b | More low, and into office call 008:25,213@b | A factious fury worse than all? 008:25,214@b | Like the stubborn Israelites of old you move 008:25,215@b | And their enthusiastic whimsies prove: 008:25,216@b | Ashteroth and Moloch, idols famous known, 008:25,217@b | Goggle-eyed Baal, gaudy Accaron 008:25,218@b | They left, nor longer in their errors trod; 008:25,219@b | The calf of B*** was the darling god 008:25,220@b | That only was designed 008:25,221@b | To be adored by calves of worser kind: 008:25,222@b | The bellowing, many-headed beast 008:25,223@b | That groaned as if by tyranny oppressed, 008:25,224@b | Yet were themselves the cause of their unrest. 008:25,225@b | But now we talk of causes and of fears ~~ 008:25,226@b | Observe who next appears, 008:25,227@b | And see to the great Mart Villanios come 008:25,228@b | That plots abroad and pimps at home; 008:25,229@b | That to be tribune racked his haggard wit, 008:25,230@b | But wiser judgements voted him more fit 008:25,231@b | To be a scavenger and cleanse the street, 008:25,232@b | Swore he was better skilled by approbation 008:25,233@b | To purge a nuisance than a nation, 008:25,234@b | Which injury so near to his heart did grow 008:25,235@b | That he resentment of the wrong to show 008:25,236@b | Immured himself three days in bales of calico; 008:25,237@b | There resolutely took the sullen pains 008:25,238@b | To shroud his popular projecting brains. 008:25,239@b | A mighty loss this to the tribe did seem, 008:25,240@b | For now no more advice was given by him, 008:25,241@b | Let the tottering nation sink or swim - 008:25,242@b | Until, as peevish lovers woo, 008:25,243@b | That rail, and swear each others' hatred true, 008:25,244@b | At last forget their oaths and think it no sin 008:25,245@b | To kiss the perjury off and love again, 008:25,246@b | So he, though when enraged an oath had made, 008:25,247@b | And solemnly forsworn the canting trade, 008:25,248@b | Yet such a natural itch he to rebellion had, 008:25,249@b | That willingly all wrongs he could forget 008:25,250@b | To club again and plague the state. 008:25,251@b | "Happy the man, my son, whose honest heart 008:25,252@b | Disloyalty could ne'er subvert; 008:25,253@b | That like a diamond keeps its constant trust, 008:25,254@b | As that its beauty, free from rust, 008:25,255@b | Which nothing can destroy but its own dust, 008:25,256@b | Cherishing noble loyalty 008:25,257@b | Till Fate unclews mortality, 008:25,258@b | And sends him crowned with virtue to find room 008:25,259@b | Amongst famed heroes in some honoured tomb. 008:25,260@b | There the body sleeps, but the royal mind 008:25,261@b | Within Fame's brightest altars is enshrined, 008:25,262@b | Sublime as Heaven, and shall be 008:25,263@b | Eternized in posterity, 008:25,264@b | And as a phoenix in the Arabian groves, 008:25,265@b | Whose pangs of age kind death removes, 008:25,266@b | Breeds from the ashes of her spicy urn 008:25,267@b | (The cedars' top where she did burn) 008:25,268@b | Another offspring that will be 008:25,269@b | Far more admired than she. 008:25,270@b | So he that loyalty does prize 008:25,271@b | (Loyalty, the noblest virtue of the wise) 008:25,272@b | With honoured praise is ever stored, 008:25,273@b | Alive renowned, when dead adored, 008:25,274@b | Loved by the pious and the brave 008:25,275@b | And shall, like sacred Virgil, have 008:25,276@b | Eternal laurels grow around his grave; 008:25,277@b | While Faction, that lean, withered hag 008:25,278@b | That can of nothing but her treason brag, 008:25,279@b | With infamy is spotted like the plague. 008:25,280@b | Do but that nation's misery survey 008:25,281@b | That glories in her will to disobey: 008:25,282@b | Observe the fate of that most wretched thing 008:25,283@b | That for his interest abjures his king, 008:25,284@b | And with an unrelenting eye 008:25,285@b | Thou'lt see the one with fears distracted lie, 008:25,286@b | The other infamously die. 008:25,287@b | Wouldst thou live well, my son, and free from ill, 008:25,288@b | Still let thy conscience sway thy will; 008:25,289@b | Let that and reason still control 008:25,290@b | And guide the inconstant orders of thy soul; 008:25,291@b | Wild passion let religion rule, 008:25,292@b | And look upon an atheist as a fool: 008:25,293@b | He that a deity denies 008:25,294@b | As some sly devil in disguise, 008:25,295@b | That with his hellish tenets would deceive 008:25,296@b | Weak credulous fools, that can believe. 008:25,297@b | Look on thy country's grievance like a friend 008:25,298@b | And pity faults thou canst not mend; 008:25,299@b | But seek not by unlawful course 008:25,300@b | To lance its wounds and make 'em worse. 008:25,301@b | Remember, 008:25,301@z | ""When rebellion bloody grew, 008:25,302@z | The rebels with the state were ruined too."" 008:25,303@b | To generous ends bestow thy wealth, 008:25,304@b | Be temperate for the sake of health, 008:25,305@b | And if amongst life's chances thou dost prove 008:25,306@b | Ever so mad to fall in love, 008:25,307@b | To thy charmed senses' aid thy reason call, 008:25,308@b | Or beauty will confound 'em all; 008:25,309@b | For as a poet, whose free fancy roves 008:25,310@b | In sacred rapture to Elysian groves, 008:25,311@b | Imagines flowery beds and hills of joy 008:25,312@b | Where naked angels sleeping lie, 008:25,313@b | Builds golden palaces with crystal pillars graced 008:25,314@b | And diamond doors on golden hinges placed, 008:25,315@b | Creates embroidered grots where Cupids dwell 008:25,316@b | Adorned with luscious fruit and flowers of sense-delighting smell, 008:25,317@b | And though he knows himself did this create, 008:25,318@b | He's fond as if it were true, and loves the dear conceit ~~ 008:25,319@b | Such beauteous woman is, such fancied still, 008:25,320@b | Her smiles can save, her frowns can kill; 008:25,321@b | Her person such divinity does wear 008:25,322@b | That taste and smell and all perfection's there: 008:25,323@b | Ecstatic rapture transport all 008:25,324@b | That we Elysium can call. 008:25,325@b | If then in this soft snare 008:25,326@b | Her blooming cheek, her eye, or hair 008:25,327@b | Thy heart her prisoner she retains 008:25,328@b | And thou wantst power to break the chains, 008:25,329@b | To the great god of the grape thy self assign, 008:25,330@b | And there's a sovereign power in wine 008:25,331@b | Shall give thee instant liberty 008:25,332@b | From all her charms and she 008:25,333@b | And in a moment make thee free 008:25,334@b | As frozen age, or as unfeeling infancy. 008:25,335[A ]| Here stopped the reverend moralist, whose look 008:25,336[A ]| Sufficiently confirmed the truths he spoke. 008:25,337[A ]| Joyful he was to see his words had won 008:25,338[A ]| Resentment in his son, 008:25,339[A ]| Whose cloudy aspect did declare 008:25,340[A ]| Within his breast what passions were at war. 008:25,341[A ]| He now on bended knee, low as the earth, 008:25,342[A ]| Begs pardon of the author of his birth 008:25,343[A ]| For errors passed, and vows to be 008:25,344[A ]| Henceforth the child of his morality. 008:25,345[A ]| With joyful look the sire his convert graced, 008:25,346[A ]| Thrice blessed the kneeling youth, and thrice embraced, 008:25,347[A ]| And as the kingly prophet once did Absalom, 008:25,348[A ]| Forgave his sins of youth, caressed and brought him home. 008:25,349[A ]| And now the glittering god of day 008:25,350[A ]| Had through opposing elements made way, 008:25,351[A ]| In Neptune's deep recess withdrew 008:25,352[A ]| His rays from mortal view; 008:25,353[A ]| With borrowed beams the inconstant moon 008:25,354[A ]| Possessed his place, and counterfeits a noon; 008:25,355[A ]| Laborious Nature seemed at rest, 008:25,356[A ]| And soft repose crowned man and beast, 008:25,357[A ]| When to my peaceful lodging I retired, 008:25,358[A ]| Well pleased at what I heard, and Honesty admired. 008:26,000@@@@@| 008:26,000[' ]| 008:26,001[A ]| Calm was the ocean, as when first the sun 008:26,002[A ]| Blessing the new creation had begun 008:26,003[A ]| To prove the maker's power, and disperse 008:26,004[A ]| Indulgent beams around the infant universe. 008:26,005[A ]| Triumphant Neptune cleared his stormy brow, 008:26,006[A ]| Curled his green dropping locks, and now 008:26,007[A ]| His aged face, with wanton smiling, seemed 008:26,008[A ]| As if his present joy had his past years redeemed. 008:26,009[A ]| About him thronged in every place 008:26,010[A ]| Nereids and Tritons, all the finny race 008:26,011[A ]| That many a century of years had strove 008:26,012[A ]| To express their duteous zeal and love, 008:26,013[A ]| Where'er the watery god his chariot drove, 008:26,014[A ]| Hushed in the calm of soft contentment lay: 008:26,015[A ]| Some danced, whilst others with the sea nymphs play, 008:26,016[A ]| All pleased to see their monarch smile and the propitious day. 008:26,017[A ]| For now Great Britain's glory 'gan appear, 008:26,018[A ]| The royal navy here, 008:26,019[A ]| Predestined, blessed its glorious course did steer: 008:26,020[A ]| Castles impregnable, not made to yield, 008:26,021[A ]| As when of old the hands of gods did build, 008:26,022[A ]| Glide on the rolling billows and make sport 008:26,023[A ]| With each opposing surge; a monarch's court 008:26,024[A ]| Is every vessel, and in every room 008:26,025[A ]| Caesar might think himself at home. 008:26,026[A ]| The amorous sails swell with the winds that blow, 008:26,027[A ]| And woods of English oak upon the ocean grow. 008:26,028[A ]| The flower de luce, and type of English fame, 008:26,029[A ]| When they the French did lame, 008:26,030[A ]| Gilds every flag, and in each lion's eyes 008:26,031[A ]| The rage of our wronged nation seems to rise; 008:26,032[A ]| To see what now they are 008:26,033[A ]| And heretofore we were, 008:26,034[A ]| When martial Henry drove them to their walls 008:26,035[A ]| And royally revenged the mock of their proud tennis balls. 008:26,036[A ]| Britannia first, the empress of the fleet, 008:26,037[A ]| In awful pomp rides on each humble wave; 008:26,038[A ]| Who forward crowd with joy as pleased to meet 008:26,039[A ]| Her glorious stern and mighty sides to lave; 008:26,040[A ]| The jocund dolphins round about her keel, 008:26,041[A ]| Whene'er the martial trumpets sound, 008:26,042[A ]| The charming influence of music feel 008:26,043[A ]| And dance an antic round; 008:26,044[A ]| Whilst on the deck a thousand heroes are, 008:26,045[A ]| Valiant and young, true natives scorning fear, 008:26,046[A ]| That England's ancient blood and honour bear: 008:26,047[A ]| And at their feet a hundred brazen fates 008:26,048[A ]| That kill as fast as Jove creates, 008:26,049[A ]| When their hot balls of death are flying on 008:26,050[A ]| To eclipse the great false light of the proud gallic sun. 008:26,051[A ]| With bloody streamers, waving in the wind, 008:26,052[A ]| The Sovereign next does steer her graceful course, 008:26,053[A ]| Raising her royal head, nor is behind 008:26,054[A ]| Britannia for her bravery or force. 008:26,055[A ]| Imperial state, majestic like her name, 008:26,056[A ]| Reigns in each motion and does nobly show 008:26,057[A ]| Her just disdain of an invading foe 008:26,058[A ]| That dares affront her country or her fame. 008:26,059[A ]| Next her the Phoenix London booms along, 008:26,060[A ]| The lofty theme of a famed laureate's song, 008:26,061[A ]| That like great Maro best could treat of kings 008:26,062[A ]| And write in mighty numbers mighty things. 008:26,063[A ]| The great St Andrew too in equal rank 008:26,064[A ]| Exalts her glittering prow, 008:26,065[A ]| Proud of her walls of oak and death-defying plank, 008:26,066[A ]| Although they never did in Scotland grow; 008:26,067[A ]| And lastly, to fill up the glorious line, 008:26,068[A ]| The blessed St Michael, like her name divine, 008:26,069[A ]| Crowned with auspicious fortune comes, 008:26,070[A ]| Gallia's inveterate foe and Rome's: 008:26,071[A ]| For as the conquering archangel fought 008:26,072[A ]| And the hellish dragon to confusion brought 008:26,073[A ]| That o'er mankind so prosperously prevails, 008:26,074[A ]| So is she doomed to rout and quell the dragon of Versailles. 008:26,075[A ]| And after these, with spreading sails, appear 008:26,076[A ]| More wonders moving in a lower sphere: 008:26,077[A ]| A noble fleet of second and third rates, 008:26,078[A ]| Our cause's bulwarks and the state's, 008:26,079[A ]| That our best blood of English bear, 008:26,080[A ]| Heroes that hold their honour as a gem 008:26,081[A ]| Of rich, and of unprized esteem, 008:26,082[A ]| And weigh each vessel that for empire strives, 008:26,083[A ]| Dear as their darling lives. 008:26,084[A ]| The glorious Neptune and the Vanguard bold, 008:26,085[A ]| The Sandwich famed for bravery of old, 008:26,086[A ]| The Royal Duke and valiant Ossory, 008:26,087[A ]| The beauteous Duchess, mistress of the sea, 008:26,088[A ]| The Dreadnought and the Restoration, 008:26,089[A ]| The Resolution, sworn to right the nation, 008:26,090[A ]| And next, as good as e'er did sails unfurl, 008:26,091[A ]| The great restorer of a crown, the loyal Albermarle. 008:26,092[A ]| With many more, sacred in deathless fame, 008:26,093[A ]| And in their brave commanders blessed, 008:26,094[A ]| That scorn to play the last years' wretched game 008:26,095[A ]| Or sell their honour for base interest. 008:26,096[A ]| A noble courage swells each martial heart 008:26,097[A ]| Whilst even each coward, charmed with secret shame, 008:26,098[A ]| Grows stout in spite of fear and acts a hero's part 008:26,099[A ]| To right his country and redeem his fame. 008:26,100[A ]| The hated thought of Gallic tyranny 008:26,101[A ]| In every freeborn English soul 008:26,102[A ]| Will just resentment raise to a degree 008:26,103[A ]| That all such baseness must control. 008:26,104[A ]| And as we of a noble Roman read, 008:26,105[A ]| Who, that his country might be freed, 008:26,106[A ]| Bravely adventured, though without reward, 008:26,107[A ]| To stab a tyrant amongst all his guard, 008:26,108[A ]| So rather than the French command our sea, 008:26,109[A ]| Or in sweet Albion plant their hated colony, 008:26,110[A ]| From out our navy or our power at land, 008:26,111[A ]| Some son of fame, some glorious hand 008:26,112[A ]| No doubt the sacred steel with draw 008:26,113[A ]| And gloriously acquire the name of English Scaevola. 008:26,114[A ]| Thus in an intellectual vision lost, 008:26,115[A ]| My senses charmed with the enchanting view, 008:26,116[A ]| A scene to equal which Apelles ne'er could boast, 008:26,117[A ]| And mighty Titian never drew; 008:26,118[A ]| Whilst long with pleasure sated I surveyed 008:26,119[A ]| The dazzling glory of the sea 008:26,120[A ]| Where naval pomp in splendour lay 008:26,121[A ]| And English grandeur was at large displayed, 008:26,122[A ]| Methought the watery god in state 008:26,123[A ]| Drew near the royal fleet 008:26,124[A ]| And with a grace majestic seemed to greet 008:26,125[A ]| Her that was honoured with his name and we have mentioned late. 008:26,126[A ]| His numerous train of lesser deities, 008:26,127[A ]| Around his shelly chariot rolled. 008:26,128[A ]| The winds were hushed, and not a breeze 008:26,129[A ]| Durst be so bold 008:26,130[A ]| To move the silent waves; but now as if his power 008:26,131[A ]| Had doomed the marine world to rest that happy hour, 008:26,132[A ]| No sound was heard through all his scaly guard 9du*coeur. 008:26,133[A ]| On a high rock that dashed with waves had stood 008:26,134[A ]| E'er since the almighty fiat made the sea, 008:26,135[A ]| And stemmed the shock of the tempestuous flood, 008:26,136[A ]| At whose deep root old father Ocean lay 008:26,137[A ]| And to a hollow cell had carved his wondrous way, 008:26,138[A ]| Neptune advances, and to the aged sire 008:26,139[A ]| (Whom joy uncommon did inspire 008:26,140[A ]| To see the seas' triumphant god 008:26,141[A ]| Honour the place of his abode) 008:26,142[A ]| Waving his sacred trident, the father graced 008:26,143[A ]| And on the rock's least craggy part upon his right hand placed; 008:26,144[A ]| Then full of oracle the profound silence broke 008:26,145[A ]| And thus of his loved Albion with divine fury spoke. 008:26,146@b | "O thou, the garden of the universe, 008:26,147@b | Whose fame the songs of angels might disperse 008:26,148@b | And bards divine, where wit is most extreme, 008:26,149@b | And merit wreaths of laurel, from the mighty theme; 008:26,150@b | Thou lovely park where herds of kings may dwell 008:26,151@b | Paled in with sea, and be invincible: 008:26,152@b | Thou blissful seat, which the eternal made 008:26,153@b | (Untired with the creating trade) 008:26,154@b | Before the courser mould had its decree 008:26,155@b | To form the common herb or flower or tree, 008:26,156@b | How oft from my profound recess below 008:26,157@b | Did I my sorrow show, 008:26,158@b | Sorrow as great as possible could be, 008:26,159@b | When pity moves a deity, 008:26,160@b | To see my darling Britain, my loved isle, 008:26,161@b | Grow so degenerate and vile, 008:26,162@b | Sickening with sloth and baneful luxury? 008:26,163@b | Her credit lost to a degree 008:26,164@b | Of cowardice and gross stupidity, 008:26,165@b | Whilst her insulting neighbour potent grows, 008:26,166@b | And her once petty foes 008:26,167@b | That some few ages past 008:26,168@b | Gladly a peace with her embraced, 008:26,169@b | Whom her immortal kings in former times 008:26,170@b | Have conquered in their native climes, 008:26,171@b | Took royal prisoners in the field 008:26,172@b | And to their own conditions made them yield, 008:26,173@b | And from the glittering banner of their crown 008:26,174@b | Taken the impress to adorn her own, 008:26,175@b | Now, by her sloth undone and treachery, 008:26,176@b | Her schism, rebellion and impiety, 008:26,177@b | And by neglect in war so long remiss, 008:26,178@b | Have given her foes hope to possess 008:26,179@b | And her substantial lions win for the titular fleur*de*lis. 008:26,180@b | Redeem, redeem thy wretched loss of time; 008:26,181@b | Redeem thy honour, mouldering as the grave: 008:26,182@b | No longer doze and hug thy sluggish crime 008:26,183@b | But rouse and sinking credit save. 008:26,184@b | The destinies are kind, the book of fate is fair; 008:26,185@b | No blotted omen does appear; 008:26,186@b | But influence benevolent crowns the auspicious year. 008:26,187@b | Thy wealth is mighty and thy navy great; 008:26,188@b | And blushing victory seems to wait 008:26,189@b | As pre-ordained by Fate. 008:26,190@b | The powers too of my empire all agree, 008:26,191@b | From the vast caverns of unfathomed sea, 008:26,192@b | To assist Britain's cause, espoused by me. 008:26,193@b | The waves shall mount and winds shall rage, 008:26,194@b | Rough Boreas shall the foe engage, 008:26,195@b | Who tossed in fatal storms shall scatter far 008:26,196@b | Or blindly on themselves make war, 008:26,197@b | Whilst Zephyrus and every gentle wind 008:26,198@b | Still to thy fleet propitious are and kind, 008:26,199@b | And on my watery plain shall safely ride 008:26,200@b | Untroubled with a ruffling storm or with a rolling tide. 008:26,201@b | And as the natives on thy chalky shore 008:26,202@b | Behold with joy thy naval power, 008:26,203@b | Greater than Britain e'er could boast before, 008:26,204@b | Who if they loyal service pay 008:26,205@b | And take no bribes their country to betray 008:26,206@b | Are strong enough to gain a universal sway, 008:26,207@b | So, Fame, through thy perspective, let them see 008:26,208@b | Albion's felicity, 008:26,209@b | Fixed in her present monarchs' bravery. 008:26,210@b | Royal Nassau, of whom to write is vain, 008:26,211@b | 'Twould blunt the ablest pen and crack the soundest brain. 008:26,212@b | The extreme of thought, adorned with nicest wit, 008:26,213@b | His character has never writ: 008:26,214@b | Describe all good they can they must leave something yet. 008:26,215@b | Call him deliverer, let Eusebia kneel, 008:26,216@b | And show the wounds she did so lately feel, 008:26,217@b | Unveil the bleeding breast his sovereign balm did heal, 008:26,218@b | And then in prayer her grateful homage show, 008:26,219@b | Still 'tis a sacrifice too low; 008:26,220@b | Or style him pious, generous, valiant wise, 008:26,221@b | Who beyond Virgil's muse or soaring Pindar's flies, 008:26,222@b | Will reach his fame no more than molehills do the skies. 008:26,223@b | Strict moral virtue does his breast control, 008:26,224@b | And there reigns in him a true kingly soul, 008:26,225@b | Not swayed by avarice or luxury, 008:26,226@b | Tyrannic lust nor poor dogmatic bigotry, 008:26,227@b | But firm to honour, true to his great trust, 008:26,228@b | And to the meanest of his subjects just. 008:26,229@b | In time of war none readier than he 008:26,230@b | To hazard life in the field or launch to sea: 008:26,231@b | The hunt of glory is his chief delight, 008:26,232@b | But careful that his cause is right, 008:26,233@b | Upon French principles great Nassau will not fight; 008:26,234@b | But on just motives with the first go on, 008:26,235@b | And face the worst of dangers, like each private man; 008:26,236@b | His royal heart mix with the common file: 008:26,237@b | Nor will he wear the wreath, unless he share the toil. 008:26,238@b | But to retrieve the glory of his nation, 008:26,239@b | Still pushes forward on each brave occasion, 008:26,240@b | And his successful valour proves divine predestination. 008:26,000[' ]| 008:26,241@b | Next reverend father, lift thy eyes 008:26,242@b | And if the aged optics of thy sight 008:26,243@b | Can bear a ray so bright, 008:26,244@b | As never yet was rivalled in the skies, 008:26,245@b | See Gloriana sighing on the throne; 008:26,246@b | Her royal lord, the faith's defender, gone. 008:26,247@b | Observe how filial piety, 008:26,248@b | Loaded with state and sovereign dignity, 008:26,249@b | The weighty pressure of a crown, 008:26,250@b | The people's satisfaction, not her own, 008:26,251@b | Disturbs her sacred rest; and anxious care, 008:26,252@b | Inveterate foe to all the fair, 008:26,253@b | In the midst of her feigned smiles still sits as chief 008:26,254@b | And shows true beauty in a shroud of grief. 008:26,255@b | See how the scale of justice wisely she commands 008:26,256@b | And holds the sword with guiltless hands 008:26,257@b | A perfect angel in a double kind, 008:26,258@b | For outward grace and virtues of her mind, 008:26,259@b | Her heart with care of her great charge oppressed 008:26,260@b | Still throbs within her heavenly breast. 008:26,261@b | She wishes peace, but ah! it will not be: 008:26,262@b | The land's contagion spreads to that degree, 008:26,263@b | 'Tis only war can cure the heated malady. 008:26,264@b | Yet, in the midst of war's alarms, 008:26,265@b | Its hourly terrors and impending harms, 008:26,266@b | That discompose her mighty soul 008:26,267@b | And over all delights control, 008:26,268@b | Her influencing eyes are still the same 008:26,269@b | And with their usual lustre flame: 008:26,270@b | Her face is all serene and fair, 008:26,271@b | And though Bellona may appear, 008:26,272@b | Warring within her troubled heart, Love keeps his revels there. 008:26,273@b | Her sister in the next bright sphere does move, 008:26,274@b | Twin-like in virtue, piety and love; 008:26,275@b | The happy mother to a brood of kings, 008:26,276@b | That shall in future times do wondrous things: 008:26,277@b | And as like heaven-born sisters they agree 008:26,278@b | In all the points of sacred amity, 008:26,279@b | So choicest blessings Providence bestows, 008:26,280@b | And though in different gifts an equal bounty shows. 008:26,281@b | To one a glorious diadem, 008:26,282@b | To the other an unvalued gem, 008:26,283@b | A happy son, a young illustrious prince, 008:26,284@b | That when the Gallic insolence 008:26,285@b | Shall cool and mighty William's annals fill 008:26,286@b | With histories of conquests there, as I presage they will, 008:26,287@b | Shall march with his brave sire, the royal Dane, 008:26,288@b | To summon Normandy, Poicteu and Maine, 008:26,289@b | And, as our once known ancient right, Anjou and Aquitaine. 008:26,290@b | From such an uncle, such a father too, 008:26,291@b | That glory's brightest pride pursue 008:26,292@b | What may we not expect, 008:26,293@b | When they our arms direct? 008:26,294@b | What from their conduct may not Albion do? 008:26,295@b | The first his royal word esteems beyond a crown, 008:26,296@b | And by their words good monarchs best are known. 008:26,297@b | Nor can a king's divinity be true 008:26,298@b | Unless word be not sacred too. 008:26,299@b | This, this is Caesar's maxim, he who now commands 008:26,300@b | The boldest sons of fame in foreign lands, 008:26,301@b | Whilst Denmark's noble prince as bravely here 008:26,302@b | Offers his blood, and rather than not bear 008:26,303@b | In Britain's danger or its fame a share, 008:26,304@b | Resolves to engage at sea a royal volunteer. 008:26,305[A ]| Thus spoke the Marine God, and all around, 008:26,306[A ]| From the rocks' hollow cells and deeps profound, 008:26,307[A ]| The listening Tritons rise, and shelly trumpets sound, 008:26,308[A ]| Attended with a numerous train 008:26,309[A ]| Of scaly mobile of the Main, 008:26,310[A ]| Who swam in crowds to see that pompous show, 008:26,311[A ]| A glorious city made of castles, flow; 008:26,312[A ]| Then bloated with the news, 008:26,313[A ]| Down to their mansion ooze, 008:26,314[A ]| And distant fry, with joy return again. 008:26,315[A ]| But amongst all that Neptune's speech had heard, 008:26,316[A ]| And in attention had revered, 008:26,317[A ]| Hoary Oceanus sat with most regard: 008:26,318[A ]| His awful counsellor and friend, 008:26,319[A ]| That long since had his favour gained, 008:26,320[A ]| For grateful service in his love, 008:26,321[A ]| When Ampitrite first did his heart's passion move: 008:26,322[A ]| Who as she at the foot of Atlas sat, 008:26,323[A ]| Priding herself in her free virgin state, 008:26,324[A ]| Was by her grandsire snatched away, 008:26,325[A ]| And on a dolphin forced to ride 008:26,326[A ]| Through the vast empire of the sea 008:26,327[A ]| To be debauched into a bribe. 008:26,328[A ]| He, till the marine deity had done 008:26,329[A ]| His late admired oration, 008:26,330[A ]| Withheld his smothering griefs; but now, 008:26,331[A ]| Sighs taking vent, his bosom large did grow 008:26,332[A ]| With sorrows, that he could no longer tame; 008:26,333[A ]| Which from his swelling breast at last thus broke into a flame. 008:26,334@c | "Great king of boundless floods, to whom was given 008:26,335@c | Not only the great empire of the sea, 008:26,336@c | But as a more peculiar lot from Heaven, 008:26,337@c | A wisdom large as thy imperial sway: 008:26,338@c | Though happy Albion in thy favour blest, 008:26,339@c | Above all nations may exalt her head, 008:26,340@c | A secret pang torments my breast 008:26,341@c | To see how spiritless and dead 008:26,342@c | The natives are that throng her chalky shore, 008:26,343@c | And how unlike their brood of heroes heretofore. 008:26,344@c | Glory was once the subject of their arms, 008:26,345@c | But now for interest each faction swarms, 008:26,346@c | And honour which each noble bosom swayed, 008:26,347@c | For gold is bartered and become a trade. 008:26,348@c | Nay, even religion grows sophisticate, 008:26,349@c | And base dissenting schism of late, 008:26,350@c | With errors jarring, set 'em all at strife; 008:26,351@c | They preach up the other, but they love this life. 008:26,352@c | Even the most reverend of the sacred mystery 008:26,353@c | The weakest eyes may plainly see, 008:26,354@c | Not proof against the luscious bait of tempting dignity. 008:26,355@c | Why, since their soul and flocks should be their care, 008:26,356@c | Should worldly accidents their bosoms share, 008:26,357@c | And sordid lucre take possession there? 008:26,358@c | At least whilst sacred Providence 008:26,359@c | Allows a proper competence, 008:26,360@c | Why should their obstinate and stubborn will 008:26,361@c | Occasion to their country so much ill 008:26,362@c | As in their cause, to make vile feuds increase, 008:26,363@c | And they themselves renounce the type of apostolic peace? 008:26,364@c | In court too, 'tis the same: 008:26,365@c | Few there by virtue purchase fame, 008:26,366@c | But he that best can overreach, best plays the courtiers' game. 008:26,367@c | The politician tires his brains 008:26,368@c | But for his own peculiar gains; 008:26,369@c | His country's cause might sink, lost be the state, 008:26,370@c | Had he not some by-ends of being great. 008:26,371@c | Or should we search the lawyers' honesty 008:26,372@c | In knavish courts of common pleas, or cozening chancery, 008:26,373@c | You'd find integrity appear 008:26,374@c | The worst of all the causes there; 008:26,375@c | Rich Mammon's business shall not go amiss, 008:26,376@c | But poor Philemon sues in forma pauperis, 008:26,377@c | And though his worth be great, shall seldom draw 008:26,378@c | To aid him the compassion of the law. 008:26,379@c | In love too we the same defects behold: 008:26,380@c | Hearts now are bought and sold. 008:26,381@c | The man of sense, alas! in vain does woo: 008:26,382@c | Dull ignorance with gold can virtue far outdo, 008:26,383@c | Be merit ne'er so great, or passion ne'er so true. 008:26,384@c | Cynthia still chooses wealthiest men; 008:26,385@c | The ill-fated fair one never looks within, 008:26,386@c | Ne'er asks, how worthy, but how great? 008:26,387@c | What qualities, but what estate? 008:26,388@c | And though of gifts of fortune she's possessed 008:26,389@c | (Enough to make some man of merit blessed, 008:26,390@c | Who would in grateful service waste his life 008:26,391@c | To oblige so generous a wife, 008:26,392@c | And happiness that way secure 008:26,393@c | Which the rich husband's gold can ne'er assure), 008:26,394@c | Yet land and titles bear the sway, 008:26,395@c | Cynthia does Avarice obey, 008:26,396@c | And in her eye, how poorly does appear 008:26,397@c | A thousand virtues, when compared to a thousand pounds a year. 008:26,398@c | In all degrees of frail humanity 008:26,399@c | There must great errors be; 008:26,400@c | But ah, my aged sight in tears is lost 008:26,401@c | To think that Albion bears the most: 008:26,402@c | The quality of every strange offence 008:26,403@c | So much enrages Providence, 008:26,404@c | That mercy after crimes so base 008:26,405@c | Seems imposition upon heavenly grace. 008:26,406@c | Observe what jars, the bane of all content, 008:26,407@c | Amongst themselves her sons foment: 008:26,408@c | Discord, that ushers doubts and fears, 008:26,409@c | Is all the harmony she hears, 008:26,410@c | And hated broils 'twixt friend and friend 008:26,411@c | Brings each successive day to its sad end. 008:26,412@c | Cursed Bigotry began the play, 008:26,413@c | Then Revolution changed the scene 008:26,414@c | And brought a happy freedom in 008:26,415@c | Till stubborn Pride turned it a tragic way 008:26,416@c | And proved the humour of each native there, 008:26,417@c | Just like the nature of the clime and air. 008:26,418@c | For as the weather instantly 008:26,419@c | Can change from hot to cold, from moist to dry, 008:26,420@c | So they from rebels can turn loyal men, 008:26,421@c | Set up a king, and prove his right, 008:26,422@c | And for him vote, and for him fight, 008:26,423@c | And at the least disgust can rebels turn again. 008:26,424@c | Meantime whilst schisms possess our frantic brains, 008:26,425@c | His ends the Gallic tyrant gains: 008:26,426@c | He the rich prize away does bear 008:26,427@c | For which we one another tear. 008:26,428@c | What can this mighty navy do 008:26,429@c | If only opulent in show? 008:26,430@c | If Treason skulking lies within 008:26,431@c | And they forget the name of English men, 008:26,432@c | A scene of glory they may idly boast 008:26,433@c | But see with shame their country lost. 008:26,434@c | In the contrary, if loyal Virtue 008:26,435@c | Warms their valiant hearts, and they dare use their arms, 008:26,436@c | If they the difference can see 008:26,437@c | 'Twixt freeborn right and slavery, 008:26,438@c | The French may well repent their insolence once more, 008:26,439@c | And never hope to adorn their brows with laurels from our shore. 008:26,440[A ]| Thus spoke the reverend father, to whom straight 008:26,441[A ]| The awful God replied: 008:26,442@b | "Well has thy tongue described poor Albion's state 008:26,443@b | And cause of Gallic pride; 008:26,444@b | But now in great Nassaw's illustrious reign, 008:26,445@b | The martial genius does return again, 008:26,446@b | Her sons no longer lazy peace esteem, 008:26,447@b | The souls of Edward and great Henry live in him. 008:26,448@b | Henry and William fated are the same: 008:26,449@b | There's a prophetic force even in the name 008:26,450@b | Which does mysteriously show 008:26,451@b | The latter like the first shall conquer too. 008:26,452@b | Time lately was when sloth and ease 008:26,453@b | (The poison to their English blood, 008:26,454@b | And cursed destroyer of their good, 008:26,455@b | Worse than the plague) was their disease; 008:26,456@b | But now their fortune rises to a nobler height, 008:26,457@b | Under great William prosperously they fight. 008:26,458@b | Bigoted rulers their disgrace still brings, 008:26,459@b | The dull and tame, 008:26,460@b | Ne'er reach to fame, 008:26,461@b | A martial race thrive best with martial kings. 008:26,462@b | So, as in Numa's sluggish reign 008:26,463@b | Forgetful Rome dissolved in ease, 008:26,464@b | The valiant Ancus did her fame regain 008:26,465@b | And war succeeded drowsy peace. 008:26,466@b | Their brave new monarch a fresh game began, 008:26,467@b | And boldly led the Latins on; 008:26,468@b | Glory renewed, the haughty Gauls did bow. 008:26,469@b | So armed with strong fidelity, 008:26,470@b | Their troops on shore, and power at sea, 008:26,471@b | Courage that shall in fight renew, 008:26,472@b | And my auspicious blessing too, 008:26,473@b | As powerful Rome did then, shall mighty Albion now.' 008:26,474[A ]| Thus ending with an air divinely great, 008:26,475[A ]| The deity rose up and blessed the fleet, 008:26,476[A ]| At which the sea-gods from the shore, 008:26,477[A ]| The blessing twice repeating o'er, 008:26,478[A ]| With shouts confirmed, and the chariot straight prepare; 008:26,479[A ]| For now the sultry air 008:26,480[A ]| Began to offend the scaly fry, 008:26,481[A ]| And Nereids gasping fret, for fear their fins should dry. 008:26,482[A ]| Their monarch plunging through the sea 008:26,483[A ]| Down to his palace, drives a long mysterious way, 008:26,484[A ]| Through watery provinces where Nature lies 008:26,485[A ]| Amongst undiscovered rarities; 008:26,486[A ]| Oceanus too, on his sea pacer placed, 008:26,487[A ]| To his low home made haste, 008:26,488[A ]| Who, whilst the attending train each to his mansion dives, 008:26,489[A ]| Full forty thousand fathom deep the sire at last arrives. 008:26,000[A ]|