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108:00,000['  ]| <Durfey: texts from Harold, already modernized>
108:01,000['  ]| <Prologue to A Fool's Preferment>
108:01,001[B  ]| A poet's trade like$4$ hazard does entice:
108:01,002[B  ]| He is the unlucky caster, you the dice.
108:01,003[B  ]| Constant ill luck attends at every throw;
108:01,004[B  ]| You critics are like$4$ Fulhams, high and low,
108:01,005[B  ]| Yet it is his fate, he can not give over so$5#2$.
108:01,006[B  ]| Like$4$ a young wife, just ready to$9$ lie in$5$,
108:01,007[B  ]| That$6#1$ whines and cries 
108:01,007@v   | "I will$1$ never come to$4$ it again";
108:01,008[B  ]| When the danger is past and pains forgotten all,
108:01,009[B  ]| Her heart is not broke, she will$1$ venture the other squall.
108:01,010[B  ]| To$4$ all new plays, like$4$ towns besieged, you come,
108:01,011[B  ]| And each pert, huffing whipster throws a bomb,
108:01,012[B  ]| Whilst the trembling author all the shot retains
108:01,013[B  ]| Of several nations and their several brains.
108:01,014[B  ]| It is strange you beaux at home should do such harm:
108:01,015[B  ]| Pray find another Buda if you would storm.
108:01,016[B  ]| One good sound battle would some thought provoke;
108:01,017[B  ]| For$3$ brains are never seen till heads are broke.
108:01,018[B  ]| From famous Fletcher's hint this piece was made,
108:01,019[B  ]| All mirth and droll, not one reflection sad,
108:01,020[B  ]| For$3$ now-a-days poor satire hides his head.
108:01,021[B  ]| No$2$ wholesome jerk dares lash fantastic youth:
108:01,022[B  ]| You wits grow angry if you hear the truth.
108:01,023[B  ]| Old Fumble now may at Doll*Commons strip
108:01,024[B  ]| Without being flogged by$4$ a poetic whip.
108:01,025[B  ]| The noble peer may to$4$ the play repair,
108:01,026[B  ]| Court the pert damsel with her china ware,
108:01,027[B  ]| Nay marry her if he please, no*one will$1$ care.
108:01,028[B  ]| The whore too may with quality be boxed,
108:01,029[B  ]| And set up$5$ for$4$ a virtue, though she is poxed.
108:01,030[B  ]| The fop in$4$ love may his dull genius try;
108:01,031[B  ]| The soldier drink, so$3$ quarrel and so$3$ die;
108:01,032[B  ]| The alderman may cheat, the lawyer lie,
108:01,033[B  ]| And satire now not dare to$9$ question why.
108:01,034[B  ]| You shall escape too at the trading end of the town:
108:01,035[B  ]| Your wit sticks fast, although your charter is gone.
108:01,036[B  ]| Therefore brave knights of the apron and the yard,
108:01,037[B  ]| All fear of a satiric jest discard.
108:01,038[B  ]| Let not this play, through your shrewd censure, fall,
108:01,039[B  ]| And then cheat on$5$, and prosper great and small,
108:01,040[B  ]| You shall have liberty of conscience all.
108:02,000@@@@@| 
108:02,000['  ]| <Epilogue>
108:02,001[B  ]| Fond of his art, the poet has today
108:02,002[B  ]| Mistook and made me mad the silliest way.
108:02,003[B  ]| Pride, wealth or wine may frenzy often move
108:02,004[B  ]| But that$6#2$ is a strange brute that$6#1$ runs mad for$4$ love.
108:02,005[B  ]| Few now, thank heaven, such lewd examples find:
108:02,006[B  ]| It is forfeiting the charter of our kind.
108:02,007[B  ]| Shall men have all, and women no$2$ remorse?
108:02,008[B  ]| Then let the cart hereafter drag the horse.
108:02,009[B  ]| Let each Eve wrest the scripture false, and swear
108:02,010[B  ]| She was not made for$4$ man but man for$4$ her.
108:02,011[B  ]| No$7$, this had been a most unpardoned crime
108:02,012[B  ]| Did not the lady here repent in$4$ time.
108:02,013[B  ]| Besides the notion is false, for$4$ sure no$2$ man
108:02,014[B  ]| Can love so$5#1$ well, and faith no$2$ woman can.
108:02,015[B  ]| It is true degrees of madness all may fit
108:02,016[B  ]| Some with too much, some with too little wit:
108:02,017[B  ]| I have been mad or I should never have writ.
108:02,018[B  ]| It is a disease that$6#1$ reigns in$4$ every station.
108:02,019[B  ]| First among gamesters I have found occasion
108:02,020[B  ]| Sometimes to$9$ make a pretty observation.
108:02,021[B  ]| At hazard I have seen a witty lad
108:02,022[B  ]| Eat up$5$ a candle if his luck were bad.
108:02,023[B  ]| What think ye, sirs, was not that$6#2$ fellow mad?
108:02,024[B  ]| A lady too in$4$ tears has left off play
108:02,025[B  ]| (Alas poor punt) for$4$ losing sonica.
108:02,026[B  ]| But above all wine does worst frenzy raise,
108:02,027[B  ]| For$3$ then fop comes and whistles at our plays.
108:02,028[B  ]| Calls someone whore that$6#1$ to$4$ some spark belongs,
108:02,029[B  ]| Who$6#1$ calls him out and whips him through his lungs.
108:02,030[B  ]| This on$4$ our nation a vile blot remains:
108:02,031[B  ]| None but the Dutch and English take such pains
108:02,032[B  ]| To$9$ fill the paunch and empty all the brains.
108:02,033[B  ]| The last, worst sort too does your heads invade,
108:02,034[B  ]| That$6#2$ is whoring, that$6#2$ vice makes ye all stark mad.
108:02,035[B  ]| Not poverty has power to$9$ stop its force.
108:02,036[B  ]| Poor rogues that$6#1$ never could pay their alehouse scores
108:02,037[B  ]| Shall brag they have at command a leash of whores.
108:02,038[B  ]| To$4$ the camp those militant doxies yearly stray
108:02,039[B  ]| Where each mad flittering fool that$6#1$ is given that$6#2$ way
108:02,040[B  ]| To$9$ purchase pox melts down a whole month's pay.
108:02,041[B  ]| Many more themes of  madness I could name,
108:02,042[B  ]| And quote, indeed too many to$4$ our shame.
108:02,043[B  ]| But, sirs, to$9$ prove that$3$ you have all your wits
108:02,044[B  ]| Let every critic that$6#1$ in$4$ judgement sits
108:02,045[B  ]| Our poet to$4$ an easy penance doom:
108:02,046[B  ]| Wink at small faults, for$3$ all of you have some.
108:03,000@@@@@| 
108:03,000['  ]| <Prologue to the Banditti>
108:03,001[B  ]| Thanks to$4$ kind stars that$6#1$ help us at our need,
108:03,002[B  ]| I am of a sex that$6#1$ uses to$9$ succeed;
108:03,003[B  ]| Therefore dare boldly tell ye as a friend,
108:03,004[B  ]| Critics, this night your empire is at an end.
108:03,005[B  ]| Long have you led proud arbitrary lives
108:03,006[B  ]| And used poor wit just as ye use your wives:
108:03,007[B  ]| Strange creatures who$6#1$ will$1$ wedded be to$4$ sense
108:03,008[B  ]| Yet grudge to$9$ give it due benevolence.
108:03,009[B  ]| Nature in$4$ this some signal shame has meant:
108:03,010[B  ]| Beau critic every way is impotent.
108:03,011[B  ]| His dress creates his genius and his soul
108:03,012[B  ]| Lies in$4$ the well-stuffed pudding of his roll.
108:03,013[B  ]| Too well we find in$4$ these sad latter days
108:03,014[B  ]| That$3$ wit is in$4$ the wane and everything decays.
108:03,015[B  ]| Never was vice so$5#1$ cheap as here of late:
108:03,016[B  ]| Poor whore for$4$ three-pence sups on$4$ chocolate;
108:03,017[B  ]| And frugally you treat the punch disguised,
108:03,018[B  ]| While by$4$ each father Jew is naturalised.
108:03,019[B  ]| I hope the law will$1$ find out cause enough
108:03,020[B  ]| Before long to$9$ make it treason to$9$ take snuff.
108:03,021[B  ]| We all agree strong scent the brain decays,
108:03,022[B  ]| And want of brains makes you cry down our plays.
108:03,023[B  ]| No$7$, cries a resty, dried-up debauchee,
108:03,024[B  ]| Whose lewd days past, now finds all vanity.
108:03,025[B  ]| Their plays are crammed with such a bawdy rout,
108:03,026[B  ]| Damme if I have the face to$9$ sit them out.
108:03,027[B  ]| Yet this nice spark whose modest taste we pall
108:03,028[B  ]| Shall sit two hours admiring posture Mall.
108:03,029[B  ]| The poet, therefore, at the ladies' feet
108:03,030[B  ]| Now throws his play and slights the partial pit:
108:03,031[B  ]| A pretty tale with art and labour wrought,
108:03,032[B  ]| Calm as their passions, modest as each thought.
108:03,033[B  ]| Upon$4$ my credit no$2$ lewd word is there,
108:03,034[B  ]| If you dare trust the credit of a player.
108:03,035[B  ]| He begs you will$1$ your conquering forces use
108:03,036[B  ]| Against the dragons of the lower house,
108:03,037[B  ]| To$9$ pleasure whom he not one scene contrives;
108:03,038[B  ]| Not if a smutty scene would save their lives.
108:04,000@@@@@| 
108:04,000['  ]| <Epilogue>
108:04,001[B  ]| Whipping, that$6#1$ lately has accustomed been
108:04,002[B  ]| To$9$ cure the rebel gout, gives me the spleen:
108:04,003[B  ]| I grumble, and my genius falls to$4$ work
108:04,004[B  ]| To$9$ see how many here deserve the jerk.
108:04,005[B  ]| First, to$9$ reflect then on$4$ the marriage bliss,
108:04,006[B  ]| That$6#2$ vast, incomprehensive happiness.
108:04,007[B  ]| He that$6#1$ is to$4$ a modest beauty yoked,
108:04,008[B  ]| Chaste fair and though ill-used, yet not provoked,
108:04,009[B  ]| And with a tumbling whore is taken napping,
108:04,010[B  ]| Deserves a flogging from Whitehall to$4$ Wapping.
108:04,011[B  ]| As for$4$ the wits, though guilty of the same,
108:04,012[B  ]| Out of respect I not so$5#1$ far condemn:
108:04,013[B  ]| Twice up$4$ and down the Mall shall serve for$4$ them.
108:04,014[B  ]| For$3$ they, alas, may get a cough with heating,
108:04,015[B  ]| The hummums in$4$ a month can not cure with sweating.
108:04,016[B  ]| Whore that$6#1$ grows vain by$4$ cully's fond debauch
108:04,017[B  ]| Should never escape, although she kept her coach.
108:04,018[B  ]| The very coachman should turn back upon$4$ her,
108:04,019[B  ]| Remembering how he took her in$4$ the manner,
108:04,020[B  ]| And lash no$2$ more his mares but jerk her honour.
108:04,021[B  ]| As for$4$ poor jade that$6#1$ home on$4$ foot does limp,
108:04,022[B  ]| Picking up$5$ here a prentice, there a pimp,
108:04,023[B  ]| When winter comes, it will$1$ be fine beating hemp,
108:04,024[B  ]| An exercise that$6#1$ is physical they know
108:04,025[B  ]| And nothing better to$9$ keep pulses low.
108:04,026[B  ]| Cit that$6#1$ in$4$ Cheapside for$4$ a saint does pass
108:04,027[B  ]| Yet turns a very fiend at Charing Cross,
108:04,028[B  ]| That$6#1$ shames his neighbours with a zealous life
108:04,029[B  ]| Yet games, drinks, keeps his whore, and beats his wife,
108:04,030[B  ]| Against that$6#2$ prig I have all the modest votes:
108:04,031[B  ]| That$6#2$ rascal should be lashed as far as Oates.
108:04,032[B  ]| Nor should vain critics (faith) scape public shame
108:04,033[B  ]| But first be taught to$9$ judge before they condemn.
108:04,034[B  ]| It is to$4$ the stage they even their genius owe,
108:04,035[B  ]| For$3$ college rules never made their wit overflow:
108:04,036[B  ]| Dunces come back as genuine as they go.
108:04,037[B  ]| Oh, that$3$ each Momus, that$6#1$ sits here to$9$ judge,
108:04,038[B  ]| The uncommon labour of this scribbling drudge
108:04,039[B  ]| To$9$ do us common justice, should be bound
108:04,040[B  ]| To$9$ be well lashed or mend the faults he found.
108:04,041[B  ]| Then, if when failing he like$4$ me were warmed,
108:04,042[B  ]| Lord, how this hopeful age would be reformed.
108:05,000@@@@@| 
108:05,000['  ]| <When first Amyntas>
108:05,001[C  ]| When first Amyntas sued for$4$ a kiss
108:05,002[C  ]| My innocent heart was so$5#1$ tender;
108:05,003[C  ]| That$3$, though I pushed him away from the bliss,
108:05,004[C  ]| My eyes declared my heart was won.
108:05,005[C  ]| I fain an artful coyness would use
108:05,006[C  ]| Before I the fort did surrender;
108:05,007[C  ]| But Love would suffer no$2$ more such abuse,
108:05,008[C  ]| And soon, alas, my cheat was known.
108:05,009[C  ]| He would sit all day, and laugh and play,
108:05,010[C  ]| A thousand pretty things would say;
108:05,011[C  ]| My hand he would squeeze and press my knees
108:05,012[C  ]| Till farther on$5$ he got by$4$ degrees.
108:05,013[C  ]| My heart, just like$4$ a vessel at sea,
108:05,014[C  ]| Would toss when Amyntas was near me:
108:05,015[C  ]| But, ah, so$5#1$ cunning a pilot was he,
108:05,016[C  ]| Through doubts and fears he would still sail on$5$.
108:05,017[C  ]| I thought in$4$ him no$2$ danger could be,
108:05,018[C  ]| Too wisely he knows how to$9$ steer me;
108:05,019[C  ]| And soon, alas, was brought to$9$ agree,
108:05,020[C  ]| To$9$ taste of joys before unknown.
108:05,021[C  ]| Well might he boast his pain not lost,
108:05,022[C  ]| For$3$ soon he found the golden coast,
108:05,023[C  ]| Enjoyed the ore, and touched the shore
108:05,024[C  ]| Where never merchant went before.
108:06,000@@@@@| 
108:06,000['  ]| <The mock song >
108:06,001[A  ]| Amynta one night had occasion to$9$ piss:
108:06,002[A  ]| Joan reached her the pot that$6#1$ stood by$4$ her.
108:06,003[A  ]| I in$4$ the next chamber could hear it to$9$ hiss.
108:06,004[A  ]| The sluice was small but stream was strong:
108:06,005[A  ]| My soul was melting, thinking of bliss,
108:06,006[A  ]| And raving I lay with desire;
108:06,007[A  ]| But nought could be done
108:06,008[A  ]| For$3$ alas she pissed on$5$,
108:06,009[A  ]| Nor cared for$4$ the pangs I suffered long.
108:06,010[A  ]| Joan next made haste
108:06,011[A  ]| In$4$ the self same case
108:06,012[A  ]| To$9$ fix the pot close to$4$ her own arse.
108:06,013[A  ]| Then floods did come
108:06,014[A  ]| One might have swom
108:06,015[A  ]| And, puff, a whirlwind flew from her bum.
108:06,016[A  ]| Says Joan, 
108:06,016@d   | By$4$ these strange blasts that$6#1$ do rise
108:06,017@d   | I guess that$3$ the night will$1$ grow windy;
108:06,018@d   | For$3$ when such showers do fall from the skies,
108:06,019@d   | To$9$ clear the air the north-wind blows.
108:06,020@c   | Ye nasty quean, 
108:06,020[A  ]| her lady replies,
108:06,021@c   | That$6#2$ tempest broke out from behind ye.
108:06,022@c   | And though it was decently kept from my eyes,
108:06,023@c   | The troubled air offends my nose.
108:06,024[A  ]| Says Joan, 
108:06,024@d   | Od's heart
108:06,025@d   | You have pissed a quart,
108:06,026@d   | And now you make ado for$4$ a fart.
108:06,027@d   | It is still your mind
108:06,028@d   | To$9$ squeeze behind,
108:06,029@d   | But never a shower from me without wind.
108:07,000@@@@@| 
108:07,001['  ]| <The singer's defence: a poem>
108:07,002[A  ]| If this strange vice in$4$ all good singers were
108:07,003[A  ]| As the admired Horace does declare,
108:07,004[A  ]| That$3$ if, when asked, though blessed with health and ease,
108:07,005[A  ]| Their choicest friends they still deny to$9$ please,
108:07,006[A  ]| And yet unasked will$1$ rudely sing so$5#1$ long
108:07,007[A  ]| To$9$ tire each friend with each repeated song,
108:07,008[A  ]| I strongly then should take his satire's part,
108:07,009[A  ]| Lash the performers and despise their art;
108:07,010[A  ]| But, having studied long enough to$9$ be
108:07,011[A  ]| A small proficient in$4$ that$6#2$ faculty,
108:07,012[A  ]| I found when I that$6#2$ rigid version met
108:07,013[A  ]| It was more from prejudice than judgement writ,
108:07,014[A  ]| And Horace was in$4$ his reproof more free
108:07,015[A  ]| Because Tigellius was his enemy,
108:07,016[A  ]| Whose frequent vices caused that$6#2$ fierce assault,
108:07,017[A  ]| And all the rest are lashed for$4$ one man's fault.
108:07,018[A  ]| Satire should never take from malice aid.
108:07,019[A  ]| For$3$, with due reverence to$4$ Horace paid,
108:07,020[A  ]| Who$6#1$ rails at faults through personal prejudice
108:07,021[A  ]| Shows more his own, than shame another's vice.
108:07,022[A  ]| Tigellius, as his character is plain,
108:07,023[A  ]| Was of a humour most absurd and vain,
108:07,024[A  ]| Fantastic in$4$ his garb, unsettled in$4$ his brain:
108:07,025[A  ]| And if as once great Caesar he denied
108:07,026[A  ]| When asked to$9$ sing, it were the effect of pride,
108:07,027[A  ]| Lictors and fasces should have bluntly taught
108:07,028[A  ]| The fool to$9$ know the obedience that$6#1$ he ought.
108:07,029[A  ]| But if Augustus his commands did lay
108:07,030[A  ]| When the genius was not able to$9$ obey,
108:07,031[A  ]| As oft with singers it will$1$ happen so$5#2$,
108:07,032[A  ]| According as their joys or troubles grow,
108:07,033[A  ]| It was no$2$ offence then to$9$ excuse his art:
108:07,034[A  ]| The soul untuned makes discord in$4$ each part,
108:07,035[A  ]| And monarchs can no$2$ more give vocal breath
108:07,036[A  ]| Than they can hinder when fate summons death.
108:07,037[A  ]| A pleasure loved by$4$ one is liked by$4$ more.
108:07,038[A  ]| Suppose, sir, I have sung too much before,
108:07,039[A  ]| Made myself hoarse and even racked my throat,
108:07,040[A  ]| To$9$ please some friend with some fine treble note,
108:07,041[A  ]| Chance does me then to$4$ you and others bring,
108:07,042[A  ]| The second compliment is ~~ 
108:07,042@x   | Pray, sir, sing.
108:07,043@a   | I swear I can not, 
108:07,043[A  ]| then angry you retort:
108:07,044@x   | All you good singers are so$5#1$ hard to$9$ court.
108:07,045[A  ]| To$9$ make excuse, then modestly I tell
108:07,046[A  ]| How hoarse I am with what that$6#2$ day befell;
108:07,047[A  ]| Yet all is in$4$ vain ~~ you rail, I am thought a clown,
108:07,048[A  ]| And 7omnibus 7hoc 7vitium knocks me down.
108:07,049[A  ]| I often have (I own) to$9$ sing denied
108:07,050[A  ]| But not through resty peevishness nor pride;
108:07,051[A  ]| But that$3$ perhaps I had been tired before
108:07,052[A  ]| Weary or ill, unable to$9$ sing more;
108:07,053[A  ]| Or that$3$ some hour of infelicity
108:07,054[A  ]| Had robbed my soul of usual harmony;
108:07,055[A  ]| Yet all is the same, the old saw is still repeated
108:07,056@x   | "You singers long to$9$ be so$5#1$ much intreated",
108:07,057[A  ]| Though at that$6#2$ time to$4$ me no$2$ joy could fall
108:07,058[A  ]| Greater than not to$9$ have been asked at all.
108:07,059[A  ]| The harmonious soul must have its humour free,
108:07,060[A  ]| Consent of parts still crowns the harmony.
108:07,061[A  ]| We read the Jewish captives could not sing
108:07,062[A  ]| In$4$ a strange land, ruled by$4$ a foreign king.
108:07,063[A  ]| Contentment the melodious chord controls
108:07,064[A  ]| And tunes the diapason of our souls.
108:07,065[A  ]| What makes a cobbler chirp a pleasant part
108:07,066[A  ]| At his hard labour but a merry heart?
108:07,067[A  ]| He sings when asked or bluntly else denies
108:07,068[A  ]| According to$4$ his share of grief or joys.
108:07,069[A  ]| Thus the same accidents to$4$ us befall.
108:07,070[A  ]| And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ tuned the cobbler tunes us all.
108:07,071[A  ]| But if against our will$0$ we thrash out songs,
108:07,072[A  ]| (For$3$ singing then is trashing to$4$ the lungs),
108:07,073[A  ]| The blast of airy praise we dearer get
108:07,074[A  ]| Than peasants do their bread with toil and sweat.
108:07,075[A  ]| To$9$ sleep at your command is the same thing
108:07,076[A  ]| As when being tired or vexed in$4$ mind to$9$ sing;
108:07,077[A  ]| And though performance never so$5#1$ easy show,
108:07,078[A  ]| As it has charms it has vexations too,
108:07,079[A  ]| And the singers plague it is none but singers know.
108:07,080[A  ]| How often have I heard the unskilful say
108:07,081@x   | "Had I a voice, by$4$ heaven I would sing all day";
108:07,082[A  ]| But with that$6#2$ genius had he been endowed,
108:07,083[A  ]| And were to$9$ sing when asked, or be thought proud,
108:07,084[A  ]| When weary, vexed, or ill, not to$9$ deny,
108:07,085[A  ]| But at all seasons with all friends comply,
108:07,086[A  ]| He would then blame Horace full as much as I,
108:07,087[A  ]| Whose want of knowledge in$4$ the vocal art
108:07,088[A  ]| Made him lash all for$4$ one man's mean desert.
108:07,089[A  ]| For$3$ had he the fatigue of singers known
108:07,090[A  ]| And judged their inconvenience by$4$ his own,
108:07,091[A  ]| Tigellius only had correction met
108:07,092[A  ]| And 7omnibus 7hoc 7vitium never been writ.
108:08,000@@@@@| 
108:08,000['  ]| <A Ballad of Andrew and Maudlin>
108:08,001[A  ]| Andrew and Maudlin, Rebecca and Will
108:08,002[A  ]| Margaret and Thomas, and Jockey and Mary,
108:08,003[A  ]| Kate of the kitchen, and Kit of the mill,
108:08,004[A  ]| Dick the plough man, and Joan of the dairy,
108:08,005[A  ]| To$9$ solace their lives, and to$9$ sweeten their labour,
108:08,006[A  ]| All met on$4$ a time with a pipe and a tabor.
108:08,007[A  ]| Andrew was clothed in$4$ shepherd's gray,
108:08,008[A  ]| And Will had put on$5$ his holy day jacket,
108:08,009[A  ]| Beck had a coat of popinjay,
108:08,010[A  ]| And Madge had a ribband hung down to$4$ her placket;
108:08,011[A  ]| Meg and Moll in$4$ frieze, John and Jockey in$4$ leather,
108:08,012[A  ]| And so$3$ they began all to$9$ foot it together.
108:08,013[A  ]| Their heads, and their arms about them they flung,
108:08,014[A  ]| With all the might and force they had;
108:08,015[A  ]| Their legs went like$4$ flails, and as loosely hung,
108:08,016[A  ]| They cudgelled their arses as if they were mad:
108:08,017[A  ]| Their faces did shine, and there fires did kindle,
108:08,018[A  ]| While the maids they did trip and turn like$4$ a spindle.
108:08,019[A  ]| Andrew chucked Maudlin under the chin,
108:08,020[A  ]| Simper she did like$4$ a furmity kettle;
108:08,021[A  ]| The twang of whose blobber lips made such a din,
108:08,022[A  ]| As if her chaps had been made of bell mettle.
108:08,023[A  ]| Kate laughed heartily at this same smack,
108:08,024[A  ]| And loud she did answer it with a bum crack.
108:08,025[A  ]| At no$2$ Whitsun Ale there ever yet had been
108:08,026[A  ]| Such fraysters and friskers as these lads and lasses;
108:08,027[A  ]| From their faces the sweat ran down to$9$ be seen,
108:08,028[A  ]| But sure I am, much more from their arses.
108:08,029[A  ]| For$3$ had you but seen it, you then would have sworn,
108:08,030[A  ]| You never beheld the like$0$ since you were born.
108:08,031[A  ]| Here they did fling, and there they did hoist;
108:08,032[A  ]| Here a hot breath, and there went a savour;
108:08,033[A  ]| Here they did glance, and there they did glost;
108:08,034[A  ]| Here they did simper, and there they did slaver.
108:08,035[A  ]| Here was a hand, and there was a placket,
108:08,036[A  ]| Whilst, hey! their sleeves went flicked*a*flasket.
108:08,037[A  ]| The dance being ended, they sweat and they stunk.
108:08,038[A  ]| The maidens did smirk it, the youngsters did kiss them;
108:08,039[A  ]| Cakes and ale flew about, they clapped hands and drunk,
108:08,040[A  ]| They laughed and they giggled until they bypassed them.
108:08,041[A  ]| They laid the girls down, and gave each a green mantle,
108:08,042[A  ]| While their breasts and their bellies went a*pintle*a*pantle.
108:09,000@@@@@| 
108:09,000['  ]| <Second DIALOGUE between Crab and Gillian>
108:09,000['  ]| < from The Bath, or the Western Lass>
108:09,000['  ]| <Names of speakers omitted>
108:09,001[B  ]| Where oxen do low,
108:09,002[B  ]| And apples do grow,
108:09,003[B  ]| Where corn is sown,
108:09,004[B  ]| And grass is mown,
108:09,005[B  ]| Where pigeons do fly,
108:09,006[B  ]| And rooks nestle high,
108:09,007[B  ]| Fate give me for$4$ life a place;
108:09,008[B  ]| Where hay is well cocked,
108:09,009[B  ]| And udders are stroked;
108:09,010[B  ]| Where duck and drake,
108:09,011[B  ]| Cry quack, quack, quack;
108:09,012[B  ]| Where turkeys lay eggs,
108:09,013[B  ]| And sows suckle pigs,
108:09,014[B  ]| Oh, there I would pass my days.
108:09,015[B  ]| On$4$ nought we will$1$ feed,
108:09,016[B  ]| But what we do breed;
108:09,017[B  ]| And wear on$4$ our backs,
108:09,018[B  ]| The wool of our flocks.
108:09,019[B  ]| And though linen feel
108:09,020[B  ]| Rough spun from the wheel,
108:09,021[B  ]| It is cleanly, though coarse it comes.
108:09,022[B  ]| Town follies and cullies,
108:09,023[B  ]| And Molls, and Doleys,
108:09,024[B  ]| Forever adieu, and forever;
108:09,025[B  ]| And beaux, that$6#1$ in$4$ boxes,
108:09,026[B  ]| Lie nuzzling the doxies,
108:09,027[B  ]| In$4$ wigs that$6#1$ hang down to$4$ their bums.
108:09,028[B  ]| Adieu the Pall*Mall,
108:09,029[B  ]| The Park and Canal;
108:09,030[B  ]| St%*James's*Square,
108:09,031[B  ]| And flaunters there.
108:09,032[B  ]| The gaming house too,
108:09,033[B  ]| Where high dice and low
108:09,034[B  ]| Are managed by$4$ all degrees.
108:09,035[B  ]| Godb'w'e to$4$ the knight,
108:09,036[B  ]| Was bubbled last night;
108:09,037[B  ]| That$6#1$ keeps a blouse,
108:09,038[B  ]| And beats his spouse,
108:09,039[B  ]| And now in$4$ great haste,
108:09,040[B  ]| To$9$ pay what he lost,
108:09,041[B  ]| Sends home to$9$ cut down the trees.
108:09,042[B  ]| And hey for$4$ the lad,
108:09,043[B  ]| Improves every clod:
108:09,044[B  ]| That$6#1$ never set his hand
108:09,045[B  ]| To$4$ bill or to$4$ bond,
108:09,046[B  ]| Nor barters his flocks,
108:09,047[B  ]| For$4$ wine or the pox,
108:09,048[B  ]| To$9$ choose him of half his days;
108:09,049[B  ]| But fishing and fowling,
108:09,050[B  ]| Hunting and bowling,
108:09,051[B  ]| His pastimes are ever and ever;
108:09,052[B  ]| Whose lips when ye buss them,
108:09,053[B  ]| Smell like$4$ the bean blossom;
108:09,054[B  ]| Ah, he it is, shall have my praise.
108:09,055[B  ]| To$4$ taverns where grow,
108:09,056[B  ]| Sour apple and sloe,
108:09,057[B  ]| A long adieu,
108:09,058[B  ]| And farewell too
108:09,059[B  ]| The house of the great,
108:09,060[B  ]| Whose cook has no$2$ meat
108:09,061[B  ]| And butler can not quench my thirst;
108:09,062[B  ]| Godb'w'e to$4$ the change,
108:09,063[B  ]| Where rantipols range,
108:09,064[B  ]| Farewell cold tea,
108:09,065[B  ]| And Ratafie,
108:09,066[B  ]| Hyde*Park too, where pride
108:09,067[B  ]| In$4$ coaches will$1$ ride,
108:09,068[B  ]| Although they be choked with dust.
108:09,069[B  ]| Farewell the law gown,
108:09,070[B  ]| The plague of the town,
108:09,071[B  ]| And friends of the crown,
108:09,072[B  ]| Cried up$5$ or run down,
108:09,073[B  ]| And city Jack*Daws,
108:09,074[B  ]| That$6#1$ fain would make laws
108:09,075[B  ]| To$9$ measure by$4$ yards and ells;
108:09,076[B  ]| Stock jobbers and swobbers,
108:09,077[B  ]| And toasters and roasters;
108:09,078[B  ]| Forever adieu, and forever.
108:09,079[B  ]| We find what you are doing,
108:09,080[B  ]| And home we are a*going,
108:09,081[B  ]| And so$3$ you may ring the bells.
108:10,000@@@@@| 
108:10,000['  ]| <The Cambrian Glory>
108:10,001[A  ]| Brute who$6#1$ descended from Trojan stem
108:10,002[A  ]| First ancient Albion alarmed with his forces;
108:10,003[A  ]| From whom their ancestors raise their name
108:10,004[A  ]| Of whose brave deeds are so$5#1$ many discourses:
108:10,005[A  ]| And when Rome's eagles aloft did soar
108:10,006[A  ]| Valiant Caractatus with conduct glorious
108:10,007[A  ]| Fought them till fate envying Britain power
108:10,008[A  ]| Gave up$5$ her hero a prize to$4$ Ostorius.
108:10,009[A  ]| England take caution
108:10,010[A  ]| By$4$ this famed nation;
108:10,011[A  ]| All agree, whilst you are free
108:10,012[A  ]| And rich and able,
108:10,013[A  ]| Friendly treat, you will$1$ be great;
108:10,014[A  ]| Quarrel on$5$ you are undone:
108:10,015[A  ]| Think of the bundle of rods in$4$ the fable.
108:10,016[A  ]| Fatal division first changed their case,
108:10,017[A  ]| Jealousy needless and fears beyond measure.
108:10,018[A  ]| Had they combined, Rome had conquered less,
108:10,019[A  ]| Nor had Casibelan sold them to$4$ Caesar.
108:10,020[A  ]| But since that$6#2$ change they can never retrieve,
108:10,021[A  ]| Leave we it here for$4$ example in$4$ story;
108:10,022[A  ]| And now to$9$ honour those since did live,
108:10,023[A  ]| Charm the sweet lyre with the Cambrian glory.
108:10,024[A  ]| Of Wales and her noble sons I sing,
108:10,025[A  ]| To$4$ whom my muse has his trophy erected;
108:10,026[A  ]| Who$6#1$, when the first mighty conquering king
108:10,027[A  ]| All others quelled, yet remained unsubjected;
108:10,028[A  ]| Freedom and right they all held so$5#1$ dear,
108:10,029[A  ]| Rather than yield up$5$ the glory of either,
108:10,030[A  ]| Handfuls of men against crowds did appear,
108:10,031[A  ]| Stoutly resolving to$9$ die all together.
108:10,032[A  ]| Rufus the next of the conquering line
108:10,033[A  ]| Spoiled a great monarch by$4$ being a miser;
108:10,034[A  ]| He heavy taxes the Welsh assigned,
108:10,035[A  ]| Which$6#1$, than to$9$ pay him, it is known they were wiser
108:10,036[A  ]| Bravely they fought though at last home fled,
108:10,037[A  ]| Yet had the victors no$2$ wonder to$9$ brag on$5$;
108:10,038[A  ]| For$3$ still on$4$ the mountains an egg was laid
108:10,039[A  ]| That$6#1$ some years after grew up$5$ to$4$ a dragon.
108:10,040[A  ]| Stephen and Henry the first of the name
108:10,041[A  ]| Did in$4$ each reign prove the Griffiths' Welsh mettle,
108:10,042[A  ]| And brave Cadwallader lost no$2$ fame
108:10,043[A  ]| Though by$4$ base treachery slain before battle:
108:10,044[A  ]| Valiant King*John too by$4$ force of arms
108:10,045[A  ]| Threatened bold Conan to$9$ lessen his bravery;
108:10,046[A  ]| Yet thought fit after to$9$ come to$4$ terms:
108:10,047[A  ]| Welshmen were never yet huffed into slavery.
108:10,048[A  ]| But what no$2$ force could then do on$4$ earth,
108:10,049[A  ]| Policy in$4$ the next reign well affected;
108:10,050[A  ]| For$3$ at Carnarvon a prince had birth,
108:10,051[A  ]| To$4$ whom as countrymen they all subjected.
108:10,052[A  ]| Amorous Llewellyn, too charmed with love,
108:10,053[A  ]| Changed his renown for$4$ a wedded condition.
108:10,054[A  ]| Beauty's soft joy did so$5#1$ powerful prove,
108:10,055[A  ]| That$3$ paying tribute he vailed his ambition.
108:10,056[A  ]| Fierce Owen*Glendower did annals fill,
108:10,057[A  ]| When the fourth Henry the Hotspur infested;
108:10,058[A  ]| And in$4$ three battles such numbers did kill,
108:10,059[A  ]| He like$4$ a fury was feared and detested:
108:10,060[A  ]| Nor was bold Teuther behind him in$4$ fame,
108:10,061[A  ]| When glory called him or freedom excited;
108:10,062[A  ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ espousing the royal dame,
108:10,063[A  ]| Soaring too high had his lustre benighted.
108:10,064[A  ]| Undaunted Vaughan is never forgot,
108:10,065[A  ]| Meredith*Jenkin nor Morgan*ap*Reuther,
108:10,066[A  ]| All slain at Edgcott, that$6#2$ fatal spot,
108:10,067[A  ]| Whilst others followed the fortune of Teuther,
108:10,068[A  ]| With many more of renowned account,
108:10,069[A  ]| Who$6#1$ proved that$6#2$ day by$4$ their valiant endeavour
108:10,070[A  ]| None British valour could ever surmount,
108:10,071[A  ]| None never in$4$ battle behaved themselves braver.
108:10,072[A  ]| And now at last I must boldly sing
108:10,073[A  ]| Of the famed leek so$5#1$ renowned in$4$ old story;
108:10,074[A  ]| First wore in$4$ fight as a famous thing,
108:10,075[A  ]| Wales to$9$ distinguish in$4$ conquering glory:
108:10,076[A  ]| Coxcombs may laugh at they know not what,
108:10,077[A  ]| Whilst to$4$ the wise I affirm this relation;
108:10,078[A  ]| Roses for$4$ trifles great fame have got,
108:10,079[A  ]| Onions been deified on$4$ less occasion.
108:10,080[A  ]| Merlin the famed who$6#1$ her native was
108:10,081[A  ]| Prophesied still the true worth of this nation;
108:10,082[A  ]| Equal to$4$ all if they not surpass
108:10,083[A  ]| For$4$ honour, courage and arts in$4$ each station:
108:10,084[A  ]| Had their cross stars made them ever unite,
108:10,085[A  ]| And against foes jointly done their endeavour;
108:10,086[A  ]| England's proud name had never seen the light,
108:10,087[A  ]| But Britain held up$5$ her title forever.
108:10,088[A  ]| Therefore take caution
108:10,089[A  ]| By$4$ this brave nation;
108:10,090[A  ]| All agree, whilst you are free,
108:10,091[A  ]| And rich and able:
108:10,092[A  ]| Friendly treat, you will$1$ be great,
108:10,093[A  ]| Quarrel on$5$, you are undone,
108:10,094[A  ]| Think of the bundle of rods in$4$ the fable.
108:11,000@@@@@| 
108:11,000['  ]| <A song>
108:11,001[A  ]| I followed fame and got renown,
108:11,002[A  ]| I ranged all over the park and town;
108:11,003[A  ]| I haunted plays and there grew wise,
108:11,004[A  ]| Observing my own modish vice:
108:11,005[A  ]| Friends and wine I next did try,
108:11,006[A  ]| Yet I found no$2$ solid joy.
108:11,007[A  ]| Greatest pleasures seem too small
108:11,008[A  ]| Till Sylvia made amends for$4$ all.
108:11,009[A  ]| But see the state of human bliss,
108:11,010[A  ]| How vain our best contentment is.
108:11,011[A  ]| As of my joy she was the chief,
108:11,012[A  ]| So$3$ was she too my greatest grief:
108:11,013[A  ]| Fate, that$3$ I might be undone,
108:11,014[A  ]| Dooms this angel but for$4$ one;
108:11,015[A  ]| And alas, too plain I see,
108:11,016[A  ]| That$3$ I am not the happy he.
108:12,000@@@@@| 
108:12,001['  ]| <An ode on the assembly of the nobility of Yorkshire>
108:12,002[A  ]| Of old when heroes thought it base
108:12,003[A  ]| To$9$ be confined to$4$ native air,
108:12,004[A  ]| And glory brought a martial race
108:12,005[A  ]| To$9$ breathe their towering eagles here,
108:12,006[A  ]| The sons of famed Brigantium stood
108:12,007[A  ]| Disputing freedom with their blood;
108:12,008[A  ]| Undaunted at the purple flood;
108:12,009[A  ]| Brigantium, honoured with a race divine,
108:12,010[A  ]| Gave birth to$4$ glorious Constantine,
108:12,011[A  ]| Whose colony whilst planted there
108:12,012[A  ]| With blooming glories still renewed the year.
108:12,013[A  ]| The bashful Thames for$4$ beauty so$5#1$ renowned
108:12,014[A  ]| In$4$ haste ran by$4$ her puny town,
108:12,015[A  ]| And poor Augusta was ashamed to$9$ own.
108:12,016[A  ]| Augusta then did drooping lie,
108:12,017[A  ]| Though now she rears her towering front so$5#1$ high.
108:12,018[A  ]| The pale and purple rose
108:12,019[A  ]| That$6#1$ after cost so$5#1$ many blows
108:12,020[A  ]| When English barons fought,
108:12,021[A  ]| A prize too dearly bought,
108:12,022[A  ]| By$4$ the famed worthies of that$6#2$ shire,
108:12,023[A  ]| Still best by$4$ sword and shield defended were;
108:12,024[A  ]| And in$4$ each tract of glory since
108:12,025[A  ]| For$4$ their loved country and their prince,
108:12,026[A  ]| Princes that$6#1$ hate Rome's slavery
108:12,027[A  ]| And join the nation's right with their own royalty,
108:12,028[A  ]| None were more ready in$4$ distress to$9$ save,
108:12,029[A  ]| None were more loyal, none more brave.
108:12,030[A  ]| And now when the renowned Nassau
108:12,031[A  ]| Came to$9$ restore our liberty and law,
108:12,032[A  ]| The work so$5#1$ well performed and done,
108:12,033[A  ]| They were the first begun;
108:12,034[A  ]| They did no$2$ storms or threatenings fear.
108:12,035[A  ]| Of thunder in$4$ the grumbling air
108:12,036[A  ]| Or any revolutions near:
108:12,037[A  ]| The noble work large hopes of freedom told:
108:12,038[A  ]| Freedom inspired their minds and made them bold,
108:12,039[A  ]| And gave them English hearts like$4$ those of old,
108:12,040[A  ]| To$9$ welcome their redeemer when he came,
108:12,041[A  ]| Whose virtue and whose fame
108:12,042[A  ]| Made our long smothered joys burst into brighter flame.
108:12,043[A  ]| So$3$, when the glittering queen of night
108:12,044[A  ]| With black eclipse is shadowed over,
108:12,045[A  ]| The globe that$6#1$ swells with sullen pride
108:12,046[A  ]| Her dazzling charms to$9$ hide
108:12,047[A  ]| Does but a little time abide,
108:12,048[A  ]| And then each ray is brighter than before.
108:12,049[A  ]| Let music join in$4$ a chorus divine,
108:12,050[A  ]| In$4$ praise of all that$6#1$ celebrate
108:12,051[A  ]| This glorious festival.
108:12,052[A  ]| Sound trumpets, beat every drum,
108:12,053[A  ]| Till it be known through Christendom
108:12,054[A  ]| This is the knell of falling Rome.
108:12,055[A  ]| To$4$ him that$6#1$ our mighty defender has been,
108:12,056[A  ]| Sound all;
108:12,057[A  ]| And to$4$ the heroes invited him in$5$
108:12,058[A  ]| Sound all;
108:12,059[A  ]| And as the agents of this royal work
108:12,060[A  ]| Long flourish the city and country of York.
108:13,000@@@@@| 
108:13,000['  ]| <A mad song>
108:13,001[C  ]| From rosy bowers, where sleeps the god of love,
108:13,002[C  ]| Hither, ye little waiting cupids, fly:
108:13,003[C  ]| Teach me in$4$ soft melodious strains to$9$ move
108:13,004[C  ]| In$4$ tender passion my heart's darling joy.
108:13,005[C  ]| Ah, let the soul of music tune my voice
108:13,006[C  ]| To$9$ win dear Strephon who$6#1$ my soul enjoys.
108:13,007[C  ]| Or if more influencing
108:13,008[C  ]| Is to$9$ be brisk and airy,
108:13,009[C  ]| With a step and a bound,
108:13,010[C  ]| And a frisk from the ground,
108:13,011[C  ]| I will$1$ trip like$4$ any fairy.
108:13,012[C  ]| As once on$4$ Ida dancing
108:13,013[C  ]| Were three celestial bodies,
108:13,014[C  ]| With an air and a face,
108:13,015[C  ]| And a shape and a grace,
108:13,016[C  ]| I will$1$ charm like$4$ beauty's goddesses.
108:13,017[C  ]| Or, say ye powers, my peace to$9$ crown,
108:13,018[C  ]| Shall I thaw myself and drown
108:13,019[C  ]| Amongst the foaming billows;
108:13,020[C  ]| Increasing all with tears I shed
108:13,021[C  ]| On$4$ beds of ooze and crystal pillows
108:13,022[C  ]| Lay down, my lovesick head?
108:13,023[C  ]| Say ye powers, my peace to$9$ crown,
108:13,024[C  ]| Shall I thaw myself and drown?
108:13,025[C  ]| No$7$, I will$1$ straight run mad,
108:13,026[C  ]| That$3$ soon my heart will$1$ warm;
108:13,027[C  ]| Whenever the sense is fled
108:13,028[C  ]| Love has no$2$ power to$9$ charm.
108:13,029[C  ]| Wild through the woods I will$1$ fly,
108:13,030[C  ]| Robes, locks shall thus be tore;
108:13,031[C  ]| A thousand deaths I will$1$ die
108:13,032[C  ]| Before thus in$4$ vain adore.
108:14,000@@@@@| 
108:14,000['  ]| <The moderate man>
108:14,001[A  ]| A Tory, a whig and a moderate man
108:14,002[A  ]| Over a tub of strong ale
108:14,003[A  ]| Met in$4$ Ailesbury vale,
108:14,004[A  ]| Where there lived a plump lass they called buxom Nan.
108:14,005[A  ]| The Tory a Londoner, proud and high,
108:14,006[A  ]| The whig was a tradesman plaguy sly,
108:14,007[A  ]| The trimmer was a farmer, merry and dry;
108:14,008[A  ]| And thus they their suit began:
108:14,009@x   | Pretty Nancy we are come to$9$ put in$5$ our claim,
108:14,010@x   | Resolved upon$4$ wedlock's pleasing game.
108:14,011@x   | Here is Jacob the big,
108:14,012@x   | And William the whig,
108:14,013@x   | And Roger the grig.
108:14,014@x   | Jolly lads as ever were buckled in$4$ girdle fast.
108:14,015@x   | Say which$6#1$ you will$1$ choose
108:14,016@x   | To$9$ tie with a noose,
108:14,017@x   | For$3$ a wife we must carry whatever comes of it.
108:14,018@x   | Then think upon$4$ it:
108:14,019@x   | You will$1$ never be sorry when you have done it,
108:14,020@x   | Nor like$1$ us the worse for$4$ our wooing so$5#1$ blunt.
108:14,021@x   | Then tell us who$6#1$ pleases best.
108:14,022[A  ]| The lass who$6#1$ was not of the motion shy,
108:14,023[A  ]| The ripe years of her life
108:14,024[A  ]| Being twenty and five,
108:14,025[A  ]| To$4$ the words of her lover straight made reply:
108:14,026@v   | I find you believe me a girl worth gold,
108:14,027@v   | And I know too you like$1$ my copy-hold;
108:14,028@v   | And since fortune favours the brisk and the bold,
108:14,029@v   | One of ye I mean to$9$ try.
108:14,030@v   | But I am not for$4$ you nor S***'s cause,
108:14,031@v   | Nor with your H***'s hums and haws;
108:14,032@v   | Not Jacob the big,
108:14,033@v   | Nor William the Whig,
108:14,034@v   | But Roger the grig
108:14,035@v   | With his mirth and his mildness happily please me can;
108:14,036@v   | It is him I will$1$ choose
108:14,037@v   | For$4$ the conjugal noose,
108:14,038@v   | So$3$ that$3$ you the church bully may rave and rant,
108:14,039@v   | And you may cant,
108:14,040@v   | Till both are impeached in$4$ parliament.
108:14,041@v   | It is union and peace that$6#1$ the nation does want,
108:14,042@v   | So$3$ I am for$4$ the moderate man.
108:15,000@@@@@| 
108:15,000['  ]| <The poet's lyrical address to the queen (to Greensleeves)>
108:15,001[A  ]| Whilst favoured bishops new sleeves put on$5$,
108:15,002[A  ]| And toleration has each non*con,
108:15,003[A  ]| And courtiers get places of gracious Queen Anne,
108:15,004[A  ]| All bustling in$4$ every station,
108:15,005[A  ]| A son of Phoebus whose muse oft sings
108:15,006[A  ]| Our nations glory, with other things,
108:15,007[A  ]| A staunch, loyal lover of queens and kings
108:15,008[A  ]| To$9$ make this address takes occasion.
108:15,009[A  ]| Oh, long and bright may your glory shine,
108:15,010[A  ]| Great patroness of the tuneful nine,
108:15,011[A  ]| Who$6#1$ all, like$4$ the vision of pharaoh's lean kine,
108:15,012[A  ]| Late mourned on$4$ a sad desolation.
108:15,013[A  ]| But now they flourish in$4$ golden days,
108:15,014[A  ]| And bounty showers on$4$ Apollo's race:
108:15,015[A  ]| Let me too be happy in$4$ sovereign grace,
108:15,016[A  ]| Now Britain is made a blessed nation.
108:15,017[A  ]| Great Marlborough who$6#1$ for$4$ the field prepares
108:15,018[A  ]| And loads of laurel through Flanders bears,
108:15,019[A  ]| Yet are not in$4$ weight like$4$ his annual cares,
108:15,020[A  ]| To$9$ crown his late deeds is contriving.
108:15,021[A  ]| Then, whether monsieur can well maintain
108:15,022[A  ]| What to$4$ half Europe is against the grain,
108:15,023[A  ]| His grandson, young Philip, to$9$ king it in$4$ Spain,
108:15,024[A  ]| You will$1$ find at your forces arriving.
108:15,025[A  ]| For$3$ though we late into feuds did grow,
108:15,026[A  ]| Some for$4$ the high church and some the low,
108:15,027[A  ]| We now must unite to$9$ drive out such a foe,
108:15,028[A  ]| By$4$ aids to$9$ support the invasion.
108:15,029[A  ]| Dull Baden fate has cashiered at last;
108:15,030[A  ]| Had brave Eugene on$4$ the Rhine been placed
108:15,031[A  ]| One hour had atoned for$4$ an age that$6#1$ has passed
108:15,032[A  ]| And given for$4$ new trophies occasion.
108:15,033[A  ]| The crown's succession is past all fear,
108:15,034[A  ]| Great Britain's kingdoms have fixed an heir,
108:15,035[A  ]| And Princess Sophia runs glib in$4$ church prayer,
108:15,036[A  ]| Defying all chances hereafter.
108:15,037[A  ]| France must forgive the Welsh prince's score,
108:15,038[A  ]| For$3$ him to$9$ bring new pretensions over
108:15,039[A  ]| Now politic Scotland has shut her back door
108:15,040[A  ]| I think is a thing worthy laughter.
108:15,041[A  ]| Since happy union all hearts commands,
108:15,042[A  ]| The plaids and bonnets and cloak and bands
108:15,043[A  ]| With long pleated cassock must join and shake hands,
108:15,044[A  ]| Most friendly in$4$ every station.
108:15,045[A  ]| Oh Scotland, Scotland, old faults we waive:
108:15,046[A  ]| Thank royal Anne for$4$ the prize she gave.
108:15,047[A  ]| Prove loyal, and truly we know you are brave,
108:15,048[A  ]| Then Britain will$1$ be a blessed nation.
108:15,049[A  ]| Rejoice then, Caledonian sons,
108:15,050[A  ]| Sound out your trumpets and fire your guns,
108:15,051[A  ]| Whilst dutiful thanks the swift season outruns
108:15,052[A  ]| In$4$ volumes of loyal addresses.
108:15,053[A  ]| Let Edinburgh with praise abound,
108:15,054[A  ]| The kirk dole sanctified hymns around,
108:15,055[A  ]| Whilst Paul's with its organ in$4$ ravishing sound
108:15,056[A  ]| Celestial devotion expresses.
108:15,057[A  ]| Tell both the poles how our glorious Anne
108:15,058[A  ]| A labour several kings began
108:15,059[A  ]| Yet failed to$9$ effect has concluded and done
108:15,060[A  ]| To$9$ eternize her wonderful story.
108:15,061[A  ]| With Albany a blessed union made,
108:15,062[A  ]| Increased our power, improved their trade,
108:15,063[A  ]| And taken from Monsieur the means to$9$ invade,
108:15,064[A  ]| Eclipsing his dazzling vainglory.
108:15,065[A  ]| Some say that$3$ Belgia mislikes our dish,
108:15,066[A  ]| The union relishes not their wish,
108:15,067[A  ]| Who$6#1$ lately by$4$ provident catching our fish
108:15,068[A  ]| Defrayed all dragooning expenses.
108:15,069[A  ]| For$4$ fear vile interest the league should spoil,
108:15,070[A  ]| Since malice butter can turn to$4$ oil,
108:15,071[A  ]| And honour does not grow in$4$ a plashy, cold soil
108:15,072[A  ]| Let prudence take care of defences.
108:15,073[A  ]| The Hibernian wits, who$6#1$ no$2$ statesmen are.
108:15,074[A  ]| Depend upon$4$ the new viceroy's care,
108:15,075[A  ]| And now, mighty queen, as a finishing prayer,
108:15,076[A  ]| Long live in$4$ your royal vocations.
108:15,077[A  ]| And when you ever a state game begin.
108:15,078[A  ]| May then your trumps come all pouring in$5$,
108:15,079[A  ]| For$3$ never had gamester a harder to$9$ win
108:15,080[A  ]| Than who$6#1$ has united these nations.
108:16,000@@@@@| 
108:16,000['  ]| <A song not for Queen Anne I suspect>
108:16,001[B  ]| <John.>  Come, Jug my honey, let us to$4$ bed,
108:16,002[B  ]| It is no$2$ sin, since we are wed,
108:16,003[B  ]| For$3$ when I am near thee by$4$ desire,
108:16,004[B  ]| I burn like$4$ any coal of fire.
108:16,005[C  ]| <Jug.> To$9$ quench thy flames I will$1$ soon agree,
108:16,006[C  ]| Thou art the sun and I the sea;
108:16,007[C  ]| All night within my arms shalt be,
108:16,008[C  ]| And rise each morn as fresh as he.
108:16,009[X  ]| <Chorus.>  Come on$5$ then and couple together:
108:16,010[X  ]| Come all, the old and the young,
108:16,011[X  ]| The short and the tall,
108:16,012[X  ]| The richer than Croesus
108:16,013[X  ]| And poorer than Job,
108:16,014[X  ]| For$3$ it is wedding and bedding
108:16,015[X  ]| That$6#1$ peoples the globe.
108:16,016[B  ]| <John.> My heart and all is at thy command,
108:16,017[B  ]| And though I have never a foot of land,
108:16,018[B  ]| Yet six fat ewes and one milch cow,
108:16,019[B  ]| I think, my Jug, is wealth enough.
108:16,020[C  ]| <Jug.> A wheel, six platters and a spoon,
108:16,021[C  ]| A jacket edged with blue galloon,
108:16,022[C  ]| My coat, my smock is thine and shall,
108:16,023[C  ]| And something under best of all.
108:16,024[X  ]| <Cho.>  Come on$5$ then etc.
108:17,000@@@@@| 
108:17,000['  ]| <A prologue to the Massacre of Paris for Mr Betterton>
108:17,001[B  ]| Brave is that$6#2$ poet that$6#1$ dares draw his pen
108:17,002[B  ]| To$9$ expose the nauseous crimes of guilty men,
108:17,003[B  ]| As once did our immortal patron, Ben;
108:17,004[B  ]| And wise are they that$6#1$ can with patience bear,
108:17,005[B  ]| And just reflections moderately hear,
108:17,006[B  ]| Unmoved by$4$ passion as unswayed by$4$ fear.
108:17,007[B  ]| These we present a tragic piece tonight
108:17,008[B  ]| That$6#1$ has some years been banished from the light;
108:17,009[B  ]| Hushed and imprisoned close as in$4$ the tower,
108:17,010[B  ]| Half pressed to$4$ death by$4$ a dispensing power;
108:17,011[B  ]| And now to$9$ take a trial for$4$ its fact
108:17,012[B  ]| Is just come out by$4$ the habeas*corpus act.
108:17,013[B  ]| Rome's friends, no$2$ doubt, supposed there might be shown
108:17,014[B  ]| Just such an entertainment of their own;
108:17,015[B  ]| The plot the protestants, the stage the town.
108:17,016[B  ]| But no$2$ such fear our Huguenots alarmed:
108:17,017[B  ]| True English hearts are always better armed.
108:17,018[B  ]| For$3$ if the valiant in$4$ a little town,
108:17,019[B  ]| Battered and starving, their brave cause durst own;
108:17,020[B  ]| If peasants, scorning death, can guard their walls
108:17,021[B  ]| And the mild priesthood turn to$4$ generals,
108:17,022[B  ]| Britons look up$5$ and this blessed country see,
108:17,023[B  ]| In$4$ spite of biased law serene and free,
108:17,024[B  ]| Cleared from its choking fogs of Popery.
108:17,025[B  ]| No$2$ massacres or revolutions fear,
108:17,026[B  ]| Affairs are strangely altered in$4$ one year.
108:17,027[B  ]| Lord, what a hurry was there here one night,
108:17,028[B  ]| The Irish come, they burn, they are now in$4$ sight.
108:17,029[B  ]| A city tailor swore with fear grown wild,
108:17,030[B  ]| He saw a huge tall Teague devour a child;
108:17,000['  ]| <Note parody of line from Giants war!!>
108:17,031[B  ]| We have no$2$ nuncio in$4$ our councils now,
108:17,032[B  ]| Nor pampered Jesuits with our heifers plough:
108:17,033[B  ]| Infallibility himself does run;
108:17,034[B  ]| The garden is weeded and the moles are gone.
108:17,035[B  ]| The barbarous French, too, that$6#1$ Thuanus quotes,
108:17,036[B  ]| Of old so$5#1$ diligent in$4$ cutting throats,
108:17,037[B  ]| Which$6#1$, as example to$4$ posterity,
108:17,038[B  ]| Tonight you will$1$ here this dreadful mirror see,
108:17,039[B  ]| Must be remembered in$4$ their progeny.
108:17,040[B  ]| A spurious race now on$4$ our seas are steering
108:17,041[B  ]| And beat us by$4$ the way of buccaneering.
108:17,042[B  ]| Not gold to$4$ lawyers, to$4$ the ambitious power,
108:17,043[B  ]| Not lusty Switzer to$4$ a lustful whore,
108:17,044[B  ]| To$4$ gamesters luck, to$4$ beauty length of days,
108:17,045[B  ]| Nor to$4$ a wrinkled, withered widow praise,
108:17,046[B  ]| Could give such joy as to$4$ our countrymen
108:17,047[B  ]| To$9$ see great Orange seize his own again.
108:17,048[B  ]| This glorious chase, no$2$ doubt, you will$1$ all pursue;
108:17,049[B  ]| Meanwhile our author begs a favour too:
108:17,050[B  ]| You, that$6#1$ his merit and distress have known,
108:17,051[B  ]| To$9$ guard him from the critics of the town.
108:17,052[B  ]| That$3$ this will$1$ be the poet's prophecy,
108:17,053[B  ]| The poets all were voters formerly.
108:17,054[B  ]| To$9$ encourage, then, give ours tonight his due;
108:17,055[B  ]| His tale is somewhat bloody, but it is true,
108:17,056[B  ]| A moral truth shown to$4$ an honest end,
108:17,057[B  ]| And can the good or wise of neither sect offend.
108:17,058[B  ]| Fancy and style far as the rest excel,
108:17,059[B  ]| In$4$ our deliverance year let no$2$ tongue tell,
108:17,060[B  ]| Poets the only cursed on$4$ whom no$2$ manna fell!
108:17,061[B  ]| Plead therefore that$3$ they may by$4$ Caesar's influence breathe
108:17,062[B  ]| And mix a laurel with his oaken wreath.
108:17,063[B  ]| So$3$ shall his glory flourish to$4$ the height,
108:17,064[B  ]| Then every pen in$4$ leaves of brass shall write:
108:17,065[B  ]| This, this was he that$6#1$, blessed by$4$ sacred power,
108:17,066[B  ]| To$4$ England its religion did restore,
108:17,067[B  ]| So$5#1$ firm that$3$ Rome could never hurt it more.
108:18,000@@@@@| 
108:18,000['  ]| <Verses to William Bromley>
108:18,001[A  ]| As when Hyperion with victorious light
108:18,002[A  ]| Expels invading powers of  gloomy night,
108:18,003[A  ]| And vernal nature, youthful dressed and gay,
108:18,004[A  ]| Salutes the conqueror that$6#1$ forms the day,
108:18,005[A  ]| The mounting lark exalts her joyful note,
108:18,006[A  ]| And strains with harmony her warbling throat,
108:18,007[A  ]| So$3$ now my muse, that$6#1$ hopes to$9$ see the day
108:18,008[A  ]| When cloudy faction that$6#1$ does Britain sway
108:18,009[A  ]| Shall be overcome by$4$ reason's piercing ray.
108:18,010[A  ]| Applauding senates for$4$ their prudent choice,
108:18,011[A  ]| The will$0$ of heaven by$4$ the people's voice,
108:18,012[A  ]| First greets ye, sir, then gladly does prepare
108:18,013[A  ]| In$4$ tuneful verse your welcome to$4$ the chair.
108:18,014[A  ]| Awful the assembly is, august the queen,
108:18,015[A  ]| In$4$ whose each day of life are wonders seen;
108:18,016[A  ]| The nation too, this greatest of all years,
108:18,017[A  ]| Who$6#1$ watch to$9$ see blessed turns in$4$ their affairs,
108:18,018[A  ]| Slighting the Hydra on$4$ the Gallic shore,
108:18,019[A  ]| Hope from the senate much, but from you more,
108:18,020[A  ]| Whose happy temper judgement cultivates,
108:18,021[A  ]| And forms so$5#1$ fit to$9$ aid our three estates.
108:18,022[A  ]| The change of ministry late ordered here
108:18,023[A  ]| Was fated sure for$4$ this auspicious year,
108:18,024[A  ]| That$3$ you, predestined at a glorious hour
108:18,025[A  ]| To$9$ be chief judge of legislative power,
108:18,026[A  ]| Might, by$4$ your skill that$6#2$ royal right asserts,
108:18,027[A  ]| Like$4$ heaven reconcile the jarring parts.
108:18,028[A  ]| Nor shines your influence, sir, here alone:
108:18,029[A  ]| The church must your unequalled prudence own,
108:18,030[A  ]| Firm to$9$ support the cause but rough to$4$ none.
108:18,031[A  ]| Eusebia's sons, in$4$ law divine professed,
108:18,032[A  ]| May learn from you how truth should be expressed ~~
108:18,033[A  ]| Whether in$4$ modest terms, like$4$ balm to$9$ heal,
108:18,034[A  ]| Or raving notions falsely counted zeal.
108:18,035[A  ]| Oh sacred gift, in$4$ vulgar matters great
108:18,036[A  ]| But in$4$ religious tracts divinely sweet,
108:18,037[A  ]| Which$6#1$ ancient Baginton can witness well,
108:18,038[A  ]| And the rich library before it fell:
108:18,039[A  ]| Your rural hours amongst wise authors passed,
108:18,040[A  ]| Your soul with their unvalued wealth possessed;
108:18,041[A  ]| And well may he to$4$ heights of knowledge come
108:18,042[A  ]| Who$6#1$ learning Pantheon always kept at home.
108:18,043[A  ]| Thus once, sir, you were blessed, and sure the fiend
108:18,044[A  ]| That$6#1$ first entailed a curse on$4$ humankind,
108:18,045[A  ]| A second time a dire unequalled cross
108:18,046[A  ]| Designed the public by$4$ your private loss. 
108:18,047[A  ]| Oh, who$6#2$ had seen that$6#2$ love to$4$ learning bore,
108:18,048[A  ]| The matchless authors of the days of yore,
108:18,049[A  ]| The fathers, prelates, poets, books where arts
108:18,050[A  ]| Renowned explained the men of rarest parts
108:18,051[A  ]| Shrinked up$5$ their shrivelled bindings, scorch their names,
108:18,052[A  ]| And yield immortal worth to$4$ temporary flames
108:18,053[A  ]| That$6#1$ would not sigh to$9$ see the ruins there
108:18,054[A  ]| Or wish to$9$ quench them with a falling tear.
108:18,000['  ]| <Amazing syntax in that sentence; but as in source:>
108:18,000['  ]| <perhaps "shrinked" should be "shrink".>
108:18,055[A  ]| But as in$4$ story where we wonders view,
108:18,056[A  ]| As there were flames, there was a phoenix too;
108:18,057[A  ]| An excellence from the burned pile did rise,
108:18,058[A  ]| That$6#1$ still atoned for$4$ past calamities.
108:18,059[A  ]| So$3$ my prophetic genius in$4$ its height
108:18,060[A  ]| Viewing your merit, sir, foretells your fate.
108:18,061[A  ]| Your valiant ancestor that$6#1$ bravely fought
108:18,062[A  ]| And from the foe the royal standard got
108:18,063[A  ]| Which$6#1$ nobly now adorns your household coat
108:18,064[A  ]| Denotes the ancient grandeur of your race,
108:18,065[A  ]| As present worth fits you for$4$ present grace.
108:18,066[A  ]| The sovereign must esteem what all admire:
108:18,067[A  ]| Bromley shall rise and Bagington aspire;
108:18,068[A  ]| Fate oft contrives magnificence by$4$ fire.
108:19,000@@@@@| 
108:19,000['  ]| <To his grace the Duke of Bedford>
108:19,000['  ]| <Love of no party>
108:19,001[A  ]| One April morn when from the sea
108:19,002[A  ]| Phoebus was just appearing,
108:19,003[A  ]| Damon and Celia young and gay,
108:19,004[A  ]| Long settled love endearing,
108:19,005[A  ]| Met in$4$ a grove to$9$ vent their spleen
108:19,006[A  ]| Of parents unrelenting.
108:19,007[A  ]| He bred of Tory race had been,
108:19,008[A  ]| She of the tribe dissenting.
108:19,009[A  ]| Celia, whose eyes outshone the god
108:19,010[A  ]| Newly the hills adorning,
108:19,011[A  ]| Told him Mama would be stark mad,
108:19,012[A  ]| She missing prayers that$6#2$ morning.
108:19,013[A  ]| Damon, his arm about her waist,
108:19,014[A  ]| Swore, though nought should them sunder,
108:19,015[A  ]| Should my rough dad know how I am blessed
108:19,016[A  ]| It would make him roar like$4$ thunder.
108:19,017[A  ]| Great ones whom proud ambition blinds
108:19,018[A  ]| By$4$ faction still support it;
108:19,019[A  ]| Or where vile money taints the mind
108:19,020[A  ]| They for$4$ convenience court it:
108:19,021[A  ]| But mighty love, that$6#1$ scorns to$9$ show
108:19,022[A  ]| Party should raise his glory,
108:19,023[A  ]| Swears he will$1$ exalt a vassal true,
108:19,024[A  ]| Let it be Whig or Tory.
108:20,000@@@@@| 
108:20,000['  ]| <An ode for the anniversary feast of St Cecilia, 1691>
108:20,001[A  ]| The glorious day is come that$6#1$ will$1$ forever be
108:20,002[A  ]| Renowned as music's greatest jubilee:
108:20,003[A  ]| The spheres, those instruments divine,
108:20,004[A  ]| Tuned to$4$ Apollo's charming lyre,
108:20,005[A  ]| The sons of all the learned nine
108:20,006[A  ]| With soft harmonious souls inspire.
108:20,007[A  ]| Behold, around Parnassus' top they sit
108:20,008[A  ]| And heavenly music now vies with immortal wit.
108:20,009[A  ]| Warmed by$4$ the nectar from the Thespian spring,
108:20,010[A  ]| Of bright Cecilia they sing,
108:20,011[A  ]| Admired Cecilia that$6#1$ informs their brains,
108:20,012[A  ]| Their awful goddess that$6#1$ their cause maintains,
108:20,013[A  ]| And with her sacred power supplies
108:20,014[A  ]| The artful hand and tuneful voice,
108:20,015[A  ]| And gives a taste of paradise in$4$ more than mortal strains.
108:20,016[A  ]| And first the trumpet's part
108:20,017[A  ]| Inflames the hero's heart:
108:20,018[A  ]| The martial noise completes his joys
108:20,019[A  ]| And soul inspires by$4$ art.
108:20,020[A  ]| And now he thinks he is in$4$ the field,
108:20,021[A  ]| And now he makes the foe to$9$ yield;
108:20,022[A  ]| Now victory does eagerly pursue
108:20,023[A  ]| And music's warlike notes make every fancy true.
108:20,024[A  ]| The battle done, all loud alarms do cease.
108:20,025[A  ]| Hark! how the charming flutes conclude the peace,
108:20,026[A  ]| Whose softening notes make fiercest rage obey.
108:20,027[A  ]| If Pan beneath the famous myrtle's shade
108:20,028[A  ]| To$4$ Midas half so$5#1$ well had played,
108:20,029[A  ]| The Delphian god himself had lost the day.
108:20,030[A  ]| Excesses of pleasure now crowd on$5$ apace:
108:20,031[A  ]| How sweetly the violins sound to$4$ each bass.
108:20,032[A  ]| The ravishing trebles delight every ear
108:20,033[A  ]| And mirth in$4$ a scene of true joy does appear.
108:20,034[A  ]| No$2$ lover of Phillis's rigour complains;
108:20,035[A  ]| None mourn for$4$ their losses or laugh for$4$ their gains;
108:20,036[A  ]| But lost in$4$ an ecstasy publish their joy
108:20,037[A  ]| Whilst the name of Cecilia resounds to$4$ the sky.
108:20,038[A  ]| Ah heaven what is it I hear?
108:20,039[A  ]| The warbling lute enchants my ear.
108:20,040[A  ]| Now beauty's power inflames my breast again:
108:20,041[A  ]| I sigh and languish with a pleasing pain.
108:20,042[A  ]| The notes so$5#1$ soft, so$5#1$ sweet the air,
108:20,043[A  ]| The soul of love must sure be there,
108:20,044[A  ]| That$6#1$ mine in$4$ rapture charms, and drives away despair.
108:20,045[A  ]| Music, celestial music, what can be
108:20,046[A  ]| On$4$ this side heaven compared to$4$ thee?
108:20,047[A  ]| Thou only treat fit for$4$ a deity!
108:20,048[A  ]| Monarchs by$4$ flattery or fame
108:20,049[A  ]| May arrogate a glorious name
108:20,050[A  ]| But in$4$ each soul-delighting symphony
108:20,051[A  ]| Addressed to$4$ bright Cecilia's royalty
108:20,052[A  ]| Are sacred honours fit for$4$ none but for$4$ divine degree.
108:20,053[A  ]| This that$6#2$ blessed king and god-like prophet knew
108:20,054[A  ]| That$6#1$ oft from worldly joys withdrew,
108:20,055[A  ]| From glittering pomp and all the courtly throng,
108:20,056[A  ]| And to$4$ the eternal king of kings,
108:20,057[A  ]| To$4$ the sweet harp's well governed strings,
108:20,058[A  ]| Paid best devotion in$4$ seraphic song.
108:20,059[A  ]| And thus by$4$ music's power
108:20,060[A  ]| Above dull earth we soar,
108:20,061[A  ]| Exalt our chorus to$4$ the sky
108:20,062[A  ]| And in$4$ transporting melody
108:20,063[A  ]| Cecilia's name adore:
108:20,064[A  ]| Divine Cecilia, whom we all confess
108:20,065[A  ]| Our arts inspirer, Music's patroness.
108:21,000@@@@@| 
108:21,000['  ]| <A satyr upon London>
108:21,001[A  ]| Who$6#2$ in$4$ old Sodom would live a day,
108:21,002[A  ]| Grow deaf with rattling of coaches;
108:21,003[A  ]| Where folly and nose is called brisk and gay
108:21,004[A  ]| And wit lies in$4$ studying debauches?
108:21,005[A  ]| With stinks, which$6#1$ smoke and rank fogs display,
108:21,006[A  ]| Who$6#2$ would be offending their noses,
108:21,007[A  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the sweet shades of the country may
108:21,008[A  ]| Sit cool under bushes of roses?
108:21,009[A  ]| Town fops in$4$ riot consume every day,
108:21,010[A  ]| The cit will$1$ cheat his own brother,
108:21,011[A  ]| And the ladies haunt the park and the play
108:21,012[A  ]| To$9$ laugh and rail at each other.
108:21,013[A  ]| Our funds are wanting, our credit decays,
108:21,014[A  ]| The French are publicly arming;
108:21,015[A  ]| And for$4$ all the daily noise is of peace
108:21,016[A  ]| It never comes to$4$ confirming.
108:21,017[A  ]| But we that$6#1$ breathe in$4$ a fragrant air
108:21,018[A  ]| From news, street noise and such howling,
108:21,019[A  ]| Our innocent pleasures each day prepare
108:21,020[A  ]| With fishing and shooting and bowling
108:21,021[A  ]| Some mornings early we hunt a hare
108:21,022[A  ]| Who$6#1$ life to$9$ pleasure us loses;
108:21,023[A  ]| Or else if the weather proves not fair,
108:21,024[A  ]| At home we regale on$4$ the muses,
108:21,025[A  ]| The charming raptures of beauty and love
108:21,026[A  ]| Sweet Chloris freely affords too;
108:21,027[A  ]| When we meet each evening in$4$ a lone grove
108:21,028[A  ]| And sing and bill as the birds do.
108:21,029[A  ]| She feeds on$4$ jessamin and spring nectar drinks,
108:21,030[A  ]| Whilst she we call a town madam,
108:21,031[A  ]| Infected still with a foul suburb stinks
108:21,032[A  ]| And damns herself in$4$ old Sodom.
108:22,000@@@@@| 
108:22,001['  ]| <The Newmarket song 1684>
108:22,002[A  ]| The Golden Age is come;
108:22,003[A  ]| The winter storms are gone;
108:22,004[A  ]| The flowers do spread and bloom,
108:22,005[A  ]| And smile to$9$ see the sun,
108:22,006[A  ]| Who$6#1$ daily gilds each grove
108:22,007[A  ]| And calms the angry seas.
108:22,008[A  ]| Dame Nature seems in$4$ love
108:22,009[A  ]| And all the world is at ease.
108:22,010[A  ]| You rogue, go saddle Ball,
108:22,011[A  ]| I will$1$ to$4$ Newmarket scour.
108:22,012[A  ]| You never mind when I call;
108:22,013[A  ]| I should have been there this hour!
108:22,014[A  ]| For$3$ there is all sporting and game,
108:22,015[A  ]| Without any plotting of state.
108:22,016[A  ]| From Whigs and another such sham,
108:22,017[A  ]| Deliver us, deliver us, O fate.
108:22,018[A  ]| Let us be to$4$ each other a prey;
108:22,019[A  ]| To$9$ be cheated be everyone's lot,
108:22,020[A  ]| Or choused any sort of a way
108:22,021[A  ]| But by$4$ another damned plot.
108:22,022[A  ]| Let cullies that$6#1$ lose at the race
108:22,023[A  ]| Go venture at hazard and win;
108:22,024[A  ]| And he that$6#1$ is bubbled at dice,
108:22,025[A  ]| Recover at cocking again.
108:22,026[A  ]| Let jades that$6#1$ are foundered be bought;
108:22,027[A  ]| Let jockeys play crimp to$9$ make sport;
108:22,028[A  ]| For$3$, faith, it was strange methought
108:22,029[A  ]| To$9$ see vintner beat the court.
108:22,000['  ]| <2 >
108:22,030[A  ]| Each corner of the town
108:22,031[A  ]| Rings with perpetual noise:
108:22,032[A  ]| The oyster-bawling clown
108:22,033[A  ]| Joins with hot pudding-pies;
108:22,034[A  ]| And both in$4$ consort keep
108:22,035[A  ]| To$9$ vend their stinking ware;
108:22,036[A  ]| The drowsy god of sleep
108:22,037[A  ]| Hath no$2$ dominion there.
108:22,038@x   | "Hey boys" 
108:22,038[A  ]| the jockeys roar
108:22,039@x   | "If the mare and the gelding run,
108:22,040@x   | I will$1$ hold you five guineas to$4$ four
108:22,041@x   | He beats her, and gives half a stone."
108:22,042@w   | "God damn me", 
108:22,042[A  ]| quoth bully, 
108:22,042@w   | it is done
108:22,043@w   | Or else I am a son of a whore:
108:22,044@w   | And fain would I meet with the man
108:22,045@w   | Would offer it, would offer it once more."
108:22,046[A  ]| See, see the damned fate of the town!
108:22,047[A  ]| A fop that$6#1$ was starving of late,
108:22,048[A  ]| And scarcely could borrow a crown,
108:22,049[A  ]| Puts in$5$ to$9$ run for$4$ the plate.
108:22,050[A  ]| And another makes choosing a trade,
108:22,051[A  ]| And dreams of his projects to$9$ come,
108:22,052[A  ]| And many a crimp match has made
108:22,053[A  ]| By$4$ bribing another man's groom.
108:22,054[A  ]| The townsmen are whiggish, God rot them.
108:22,055[A  ]| Their hearts are but loyal by$4$ fits;
108:22,056[A  ]| For$3$, should you search to$4$ the bottom,
108:22,057[A  ]| They are as nasty as their streets.
108:22,000['  ]| <3>
108:22,058[A  ]| But now all hearts beware.
108:22,059[A  ]| See, see on$4$ yonder downs!
108:22,060[A  ]| Beauty now triumphs there,
108:22,061[A  ]| And at this distance wounds.
108:22,062[A  ]| In$4$ the Amazonian wars
108:22,063[A  ]| Thus all the virgins shone,
108:22,064[A  ]| And, like$4$ the glittering stars,
108:22,065[A  ]| Paid homage to$4$ the moon.
108:22,066[A  ]| Love proves a tyrant now,
108:22,067[A  ]| And there doth proudly dwell;
108:22,068[A  ]| For$3$ each stubborn heart must bow,
108:22,069[A  ]| He has found a new way to$9$ kill.
108:22,070[A  ]| For$3$ never was invented before
108:22,071[A  ]| Such charms of additional grace,
108:22,072[A  ]| Nor has divine beauty such power
108:22,073[A  ]| In$4$ every in$4$ every fair face.
108:22,074@c   | "Ods*bud", 
108:22,074[A  ]| cries my countryman John,
108:22,075@c   | "Was ever the like$0$ before seen?
108:22,076@c   | By$4$ hats and by$4$ feathers they have on$5$,
108:22,077@c   | Ise took them even all for$4$ men.
108:22,078@c   | Embroidered and fine as the sun,
108:22,079@c   | Their horses and trappings of gold;
108:22,080@c   | Such a sight shall I never see again,
108:22,081@c   | If I live to$4$ a hundred years old."
108:22,082[A  ]| This, this is the country's discourse,
108:22,083[A  ]| All wondering at this rare sight:
108:22,084[A  ]| Then Roger go saddle my horse
108:22,085[A  ]| For$3$ I will$1$ be there tonight.
108:23,000@@@@@| 
108:23,001[A  ]| <Colin's walk through Westminster>
108:23,002[A  ]| When fate by$4$ modern abdication
108:23,003[A  ]| Begun to$9$ cheer the blubbering nation;
108:23,004[A  ]| When grandees fled for$4$ fear of sledges
108:23,005[A  ]| And constables enacted reges;
108:23,006[A  ]| Whilst the shorn tribe at fatal rumours
108:23,007[A  ]| Got to$4$ St*Tyburn or St*Omers;
108:23,008[A  ]| When crowds by$4$ zealous instigations
108:23,009[A  ]| Beat down the privilege of nations
108:23,010[A  ]| Like$4$ rotten tubs or empty casks,
108:23,011[A  ]| The bowels burned of Popish mosques;
108:23,012[A  ]| And their bold chief that$6#1$ led them all
108:23,013[A  ]| Proudly had scorned his quondam stall
108:23,014[A  ]| Where often he with gore imbrued
108:23,015[A  ]| Had done his hungry country good;
108:23,016[A  ]| To$9$ manage now the potent rabble
108:23,017[A  ]| Spread in$4$ battalions formidable.
108:23,018[A  ]| Who$6#2$ can express what fears did cripple
108:23,019[A  ]| The hearts as well as legs of the people? ~~
108:23,020[A  ]| Especially the country rout,
108:23,021[A  ]| By$4$ ignorance more exposed to$4$ doubt,
108:23,022[A  ]| Who$6#1$ when their garlic votes they give
108:23,023[A  ]| To$9$ coin a representative,
108:23,024[A  ]| Though the same time no$2$ rhubarb purges
108:23,025[A  ]| So$5#1$ much as choosing of the burgess,
108:23,026[A  ]| Yet having done it by$4$ wise direction,
108:23,027[A  ]| Resolve to$9$ stand by$4$ their election,
108:23,028[A  ]| And for$4$ redress of grievances
108:23,029[A  ]| In$4$ clusters join like$4$ savages,
108:23,030[A  ]| Some thirty thousand that$6#1$ for$4$ sense
108:23,031[A  ]| Overrated are at thirty pence.
108:23,032[A  ]| Amongst their rural Myrmidons,
108:23,033[A  ]| This tawny tribe of Adam's sons,
108:23,034[A  ]| That$6#1$ met in$4$ troops to$9$ make confusion,
108:23,035[A  ]| Rather than help the Revolution,
108:23,036[A  ]| Two only shall their merit force
108:23,037[A  ]| To$9$ make our subject of discourse.
108:23,038[A  ]| The first a doughty major was,
108:23,039[A  ]| In$4$ the north so$5#1$ known for$4$ clumsy grace,
108:23,040[A  ]| It is said he once went very near
108:23,041[A  ]| To$9$ have been elected knight of the shire;
108:23,042[A  ]| Had not fame blabbed in$4$ his despite
108:23,043[A  ]| And noised him far a Jacobite,
108:23,044[A  ]| A modern title used of late
108:23,045[A  ]| For$4$ grumblers at the turn of state,
108:23,046[A  ]| Who$6#1$ itching to$9$ be loyal thought
108:23,047[A  ]| Makes freedom and religion naught;
108:23,048[A  ]| But before we to$4$ his mind digress,
108:23,049[A  ]| It is fit we write his shape and dress,
108:23,050[A  ]| Both being rare in$4$ their extreme,
108:23,051[A  ]| And aptly suiting with our theme.
108:23,052[A  ]| His noddle was of largest size,
108:23,053[A  ]| Which$6#1$ showed its owner wondrous wise,
108:23,054[A  ]| Since bounteous Nature took such pains
108:23,055[A  ]| The apartment should not crowd his brains.
108:23,056[A  ]| As watches that$6#1$ are deepest made
108:23,057[A  ]| Show best the artist at his trade,
108:23,058[A  ]| The springs and wheels within that$6#1$ lurk,
108:23,059[A  ]| Having more room to$9$ do their work:
108:23,060[A  ]| So$3$ nature his capacious skull,
108:23,061[A  ]| Still in$4$ his own opinion full,
108:23,062[A  ]| Like$4$ fabric built with studious care
108:23,063[A  ]| That$3$ wit might take good lodgings there.
108:23,064[A  ]| His nose although not sprouting from
108:23,065[A  ]| The honoured Nasos of old Rome,
108:23,066[A  ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ they were esteemed endowed
108:23,067[A  ]| With wisdom and with fortitude,
108:23,068[A  ]| Yet was the gnomen of his face 
108:23,069[A  ]| As famous in$4$ another case
108:23,070[A  ]| And though no$2$ type of Roman power,
108:23,071[A  ]| Had much of the grandeur of a Moor:
108:23,072[A  ]| Large, round and flatted by$4$ his nurse,
108:23,073[A  ]| As traders use Bollonian curse:
108:23,074[A  ]| His face not skinned with finest leather,
108:23,075[A  ]| Like$4$ warrior formed to$9$ keep out weather,
108:23,076[A  ]| By$4$ wars abroad and pox at home
108:23,077[A  ]| Indented like$4$ a honey-comb;
108:23,078[A  ]| Where plain the dreadful marks did show
108:23,079[A  ]| Of dint of scab and dint of blow.
108:23,080[A  ]| And as fond lovers make appear
108:23,081[A  ]| That$3$ in$4$ the dimples of the fair
108:23,082[A  ]| Small Cupids lie, with pointed darts
108:23,083[A  ]| To$9$ storm the fortresses of hearts;
108:23,084[A  ]| So$3$ Mars inured to$9$ do hurt,
108:23,085[A  ]| Lay frowning here in$4$ flakes of dirt;
108:23,086[A  ]| And danger peeped from every cell
108:23,087[A  ]| To$9$ make him look more terrible.
108:23,088[A  ]| Upon$4$ his chin no$2$ hair must grow,
108:23,089[A  ]| Which$6#1$ made some call him an old beau;
108:23,090[A  ]| For$3$ man of war as wanton was
108:23,091[A  ]| At fifty as a colt in$4$ grass;
108:23,092[A  ]| And had not the times his honour feagued,
108:23,093[A  ]| As often now had been intrigued;
108:23,094[A  ]| Surprised and charmed his martial genus
108:23,095[A  ]| With the gay charms of 7nuda Venus;
108:23,096[A  ]| And though the lower end of his face,
108:23,097[A  ]| By$4$ barber's art lost hairy grace,
108:23,098[A  ]| Yet at the upper end there lay
108:23,099[A  ]| Abundance thatched like$4$ stack of hay,
108:23,100[A  ]| To$9$ guard his eyes of greenish grey;
108:23,101[A  ]| Besides lank tresses an ell long
108:23,102[A  ]| On$4$ poll to$9$ show the Sampson strong.
108:23,103[A  ]| His person best observers deem
108:23,104[A  ]| Of portly stature, tall and slim,
108:23,105[A  ]| With parts of large extendure born
108:23,106[A  ]| To$9$ look over hedges and view corn;
108:23,107[A  ]| Or in$4$ a crowd at country fairs,
108:23,108[A  ]| Peep over the rest at cudgel players.
108:23,109[A  ]| But was in$4$ actions brave or wise
108:23,110[A  ]| No$2$ more than those of lesser size;
108:23,111[A  ]| Nor had he worn (it is said) that$6#2$ height
108:23,112[A  ]| But for$4$ his nurse that$6#1$ took delight
108:23,113[A  ]| To$9$ make him sprout as fast as hops
108:23,114[A  ]| With a strong broth of nettle-tops;
108:23,115[A  ]| A learned way to$9$ lengthen youth
108:23,116[A  ]| As daisy-buds to$9$ stint the growth.
108:23,117[A  ]| Thus was his person decked by$4$ nature,
108:23,118[A  ]| Thus dignified by$4$ form and feature;
108:23,119[A  ]| And thus as nature did her best
108:23,120[A  ]| So$3$ nature's tailor did the rest,
108:23,121[A  ]| Making his outward garb agree
108:23,122[A  ]| Just with his soul's economy.
108:23,123[A  ]| His coat was of that$6#2$ bloody hue,
108:23,124[A  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ past times did fields imbrue,
108:23,125[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ did discontented lie
108:23,126[A  ]| Some sparks of old embroidery,
108:23,127[A  ]| That$6#1$ flourished in$4$ their glittering state
108:23,128[A  ]| In$4$ the sad year of eighty-eight;
108:23,129[A  ]| But now, by$4$ dint of fortune's flaws,
108:23,130[A  ]| As torn and tattered as the cause;
108:23,131[A  ]| His waistcoat was of stubborn buff,
108:23,132[A  ]| Some say fuizee and poniard proof,
108:23,133[A  ]| Lined aptly to$9$ defend contusion
108:23,134[A  ]| With sullen, hardy resolution,
108:23,135[A  ]| Where muff hung fast with gauntlets in$5$
108:23,136[A  ]| Made of an old tough badger's skin.
108:23,137[A  ]| And since it is needless to$9$ expose
108:23,138[A  ]| His stockings, or describe his shoes,
108:23,139[A  ]| Or legs, or feet, since it may be guessed
108:23,140[A  ]| They were synonymous to$4$ the rest,
108:23,141[A  ]| We will$1$ spare their virtues or defects.
108:23,142[A  ]| To$9$ fall upon$4$ his intellects.
108:23,143[A  ]| First, that$3$ his mind his person suit,
108:23,144[A  ]| He was much gifted in$4$ dispute,
108:23,145[A  ]| And whether of Rome's church or Greek
108:23,146[A  ]| Or English, or he were to$9$ seek
108:23,147[A  ]| For$4$ any (as it is very rare
108:23,148[A  ]| To$9$ find devotion in$4$ the war)
108:23,149[A  ]| I know not, but affirm it shall,
108:23,150[A  ]| That$3$ he durst argue on$4$ them all,
108:23,151[A  ]| Himself with his own tenets please
108:23,152[A  ]| And those he not confuted tease.
108:23,153[A  ]| In$4$ politics and poetry,
108:23,154[A  ]| So$5#1$ great a critic none as he;
108:23,155[A  ]| Bold in$4$ conceit, in$4$ humour strong,
108:23,156[A  ]| Would back his judgement right or wrong.
108:23,157[A  ]| Though still his chiefest talent lay
108:23,158[A  ]| Disputing in$4$ the martial way,
108:23,159[A  ]| None ever like$4$ him so$5#1$ perfect were 
108:23,160[A  ]| In$4$ fighting over the Civil War.
108:23,161[A  ]| He would tell what past then or before
108:23,162[A  ]| From Edgehill fight to$4$ Marston*Moor,
108:23,163[A  ]| With all their actions and their names
108:23,164[A  ]| From Cromwell to$4$ unlucky James
108:23,165[A  ]| As readily as I can tell,
108:23,166[A  ]| The names of the people where I dwell;
108:23,167[A  ]| Most famous too of all the nation
108:23,168[A  ]| In$4$ methods of fortification,
108:23,169[A  ]| Renowned abroad, and had been once
108:23,170[A  ]| At the siege of Gravelling and at Mons;
108:23,171[A  ]| And seen besides, to$9$ exalt his joy,
108:23,172[A  ]| The works of famous Charleroi,
108:23,173[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ you need but tip his tongue
108:23,174[A  ]| To$9$ hear a speech of six hours long;
108:23,175[A  ]| Loud and unweary without stint
108:23,176[A  ]| Which$6#1$ though no$2$ truth had method in$4$ it.
108:23,177[A  ]| In$4$ mathematics he was right as 
108:23,178[A  ]| That$6#2$ noble artist famed Archytas,
108:23,179[A  ]| And spake as learnedly his part
108:23,180[A  ]| As he in$4$ all the terms of art.
108:23,181[A  ]| He would tire your ears with pentagons,
108:23,182[A  ]| With bastions, ravellings and half moons;
108:23,183[A  ]| With counterscarp and parapet,
108:23,184[A  ]| Rampires and horn-works make you sweat;
108:23,185[A  ]| And all your outworks would assail
108:23,186[A  ]| With his eternal swallow's tail.
108:23,187[A  ]| In$4$ brief, there was so$5#1$ much in$4$ his sconce
108:23,188[A  ]| Cried up$5$ by$4$ all the Romish sons,
108:23,189[A  ]| That$3$ all the senate and their sense,
108:23,190[A  ]| Their threatenings and their punishments,
108:23,191[A  ]| Stopped not his grumbling at the state
108:23,192[A  ]| Although he never could tell for$4$ what.
108:23,193[A  ]| In$4$ this wise rank, where few are sager
108:23,194[A  ]| Full of himself appeared our Major,
108:23,195[A  ]| Who$6#1$ though discarded from command
108:23,196[A  ]| Did great in$4$ self-opinion stand,
108:23,197[A  ]| And in$4$ some close cabal of his own
108:23,198[A  ]| Each night turned nations upside-down,
108:23,199[A  ]| Encouraged by$4$ grave instigations
108:23,200[A  ]| Plots and dispersing declarations;
108:23,201[A  ]| And caused poor clod-pates wanting reason
108:23,202[A  ]| To$9$ be whipped for$4$ it and sent to$4$ prison,
108:23,203[A  ]| But showed discretion great as valour
108:23,204[A  ]| To$9$ keep his own neck out of the collar.
108:23,000[A  ]| <more available if needed>
108:24,000@@@@@| 
108:24,000['  ]| <The progress of Honesty, or a view of court and city>
108:24,000['  ]| <Part One>
108:24,001[A  ]| One summer's evening when the wearied sun
108:24,002[A  ]| Was hastening to$9$ go down,
108:24,003[A  ]| And dewy Thetis the ocean did inspire
108:24,004[A  ]| With gentle calms to$9$ court his amorous fire,
108:24,005[A  ]| I left the busy town
108:24,006[A  ]| To$9$ entertain my thoughts one hour alone.
108:24,007[A  ]| The winds to$4$ their deep caverns did retreat
108:24,008[A  ]| And only a cool breeze
108:24,009[A  ]| Did softly kiss the trees,
108:24,010[A  ]| To$9$ temper the past day's unruly heat.
108:24,011[A  ]| A time it was when Nature seemed to$9$ employ
108:24,012[A  ]| Herself in$4$ general joy,
108:24,013[A  ]| And every thing was pleased in$4$ the water, earth and sky.
108:24,014[A  ]| The wanton fishes danced within their streams,
108:24,015[A  ]| The beats unyoked from teams
108:24,016[A  ]| Ran lowing to$4$ the distant mead
108:24,017[A  ]| To$9$ greet their much loved mates to$9$ sport and feed,
108:24,018[A  ]| And on$4$ each lofty tree or covert bush,
108:24,019[A  ]| The lark, the linnet, nightingale and thrush
108:24,020[A  ]| Did in$4$ their chirping language sing
108:24,021[A  ]| Long lays of love and of the smiling spring,
108:24,022[A  ]| Of scattered grain near some rich farmer's house
108:24,023[A  ]| And of their misses' vows;
108:24,024[A  ]| Of snares and dangerous limetwigs then began
108:24,025[A  ]| That$6#1$ oft their friends trapan;
108:24,026[A  ]| Here joint invectively they long divisions ran,
108:24,027[A  ]| And cursed the unnatural craft of silly yet conceited man.
108:24,028[A  ]| In$4$ the dark centre of a lonely grove
108:24,029[A  ]| For$4$ melancholy framed and love,
108:24,030[A  ]| A rock there stands that$6#1$ props the adjacent hill,
108:24,031[A  ]| Craggy and mossy made for$4$ unknown skill,
108:24,032[A  ]| Of wondrous height and magnitude,
108:24,033[A  ]| Impenetrable stone and rude;
108:24,034[A  ]| From whose aspiring top a stream did pour,
108:24,035[A  ]| Swift cataracts whose fall and dreadful roar
108:24,036[A  ]| Wonder and terror bore.
108:24,037[A  ]| Here Nature, the pageant mansion to$9$ adorn,
108:24,038[A  ]| Its hollow sides had into conduits worn,
108:24,039[A  ]| Whose depth and bottom none did ever see
108:24,040[A  ]| But only God and she.
108:24,041[A  ]| It was here her private storehouse she did keep,
108:24,042[A  ]| Here mighty treasures heap,
108:24,043[A  ]| Safe as in$4$ Neptune's closet of the deep.
108:24,044[A  ]| I, much delighted with the cool recess
108:24,045[A  ]| Of this miraculous place,
108:24,046[A  ]| Laid myself down to$9$ rest and meditate
108:24,047[A  ]| Upon$4$ the world's and my uncertain state,
108:24,048[A  ]| And all the prodigies of fate;
108:24,049[A  ]| When a kind echo near me drew
108:24,050[A  ]| A voice methought I knew;
108:24,051[A  ]| And so$3$ it was, for$3$ when again it spoke,
108:24,052[A  ]| Looking toward the farthest side of the rock
108:24,053[A  ]| I saw two persons, the one was sad and mute,
108:24,054[A  ]| Whilst the other awfully held grave dispute,
108:24,055[A  ]| Whom when to$9$ view he did himself extend
108:24,056[A  ]| I knew to$9$ be my good old friend.
108:24,057[A  ]| A wondrous man born of celestial race,
108:24,058[A  ]| The beams of honour, virtue, grace,
108:24,059[A  ]| Shone in$4$ his comely, reverend face,
108:24,060[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ you might perceive
108:24,061[A  ]| Many a smarting wound and scar
108:24,062[A  ]| He for$4$ his king and country had received
108:24,063[A  ]| In$4$ bloody field and loyal war,
108:24,064[A  ]| Reward for$4$ which$6#1$ he never ignobly sought
108:24,065[A  ]| But the oblivion of his merits thought:
108:24,066[A  ]| His own misfortune, not his prince's fault.
108:24,067[A  ]| About his neck a golden medal hung,
108:24,068[A  ]| Which$6#1$ he achieved when young:
108:24,069[A  ]| A Caesar's figure there was coined, which$6#1$ he
108:24,070[A  ]| With his own hand had given, the badge of loyalty;
108:24,071[A  ]| Yet never could fame his constancy divide
108:24,072[A  ]| With an ungenerous pride.
108:24,073[A  ]| His heart was humble, full of modesty
108:24,074[A  ]| As virgin infancy;
108:24,075[A  ]| Plain were his thoughts, never taught the tedious rules
108:24,076[A  ]| By$4$ pedant fools
108:24,077[A  ]| Of humming colleges or buzzing schools;
108:24,078[A  ]| And yet by$4$ the vigour of his wit could reach
108:24,079[A  ]| The depth of Nature's mysteries, and preach
108:24,080[A  ]| All the morals wise philosophy could teach.
108:24,081[A  ]| None sure was ever renowned as he,
108:24,082[A  ]| Religious , good, of heavenly pedigree,
108:24,083[A  ]| Adored by$4$ all the virtuous world, his name was Honesty.
108:24,084[A  ]| The other was his son, it was strange to$9$ see
108:24,085[A  ]| Such bitter fruit spring from so$5#1$ good a tree.
108:24,086[A  ]| Vicious and vain he was, a wanton youth
108:24,087[A  ]| That$6#1$ wandered from the truth
108:24,088[A  ]| Treading in$4$ slippery paths, rash Error was his name,
108:24,089[A  ]| Never the heir to$4$ his great father's fame
108:24,090[A  ]| But of his mother frailties shame.
108:24,091[A  ]| His eyes, the flaming tapers of reproach
108:24,092[A  ]| Kindled at some late debauch,
108:24,093[A  ]| Looked glowing red, and on$4$ his flesh were seen
108:24,094[A  ]| Some marks of wounds, but not such as had been
108:24,095[A  ]| The scars of honour, but of infamy,
108:24,096[A  ]| The effects of wine, night brawls, temerity,
108:24,097[A  ]| When for$4$ suburban jilt he fought and she
108:24,098[A  ]| Most impudently swore,
108:24,099[A  ]| He solely enjoyed the Indies that$6#1$ she bore;
108:24,100[A  ]| Yet the salacious whore
108:24,101[A  ]| Was at that$6#2$ hour engaged to$4$ fifty more.
108:24,102[A  ]| His pockets swelled with challenges and news,
108:24,103[A  ]| Lascivious pamphlets, 9billet*douxs,
108:24,104[A  ]| And tickets from the beldame of the stews.
108:24,105[A  ]| Deaf to$4$ reproof he was, and hugged his crimes,
108:24,106[A  ]| A modish fop, a creature of the times;
108:24,107[A  ]| One that$6#1$ could flatter every golden clod,
108:24,108[A  ]| And call my spindle lord, that$6#1$ made him drunk, his god;
108:24,109[A  ]| Adore the reverend, wrinkled lady Quaint,
108:24,110[A  ]| And swear she is more celestial than a saint;
108:24,111[A  ]| Protest not Venus' doves had been
108:24,112[A  ]| White as her face's skin,
108:24,113[A  ]| Though he could see no$2$ part of it for$4$ paint;
108:24,114[A  ]| Stubborn as Eli's sons, or Jacob's envious brood,
108:24,115[A  ]| Stranger to$4$ wise men, and a foe to$4$ good,
108:24,116[A  ]| And most ungrateful, loved his father less
108:24,117[A  ]| Because he did his crimes express,
108:24,118[A  ]| And held the mirror up$5$ to$9$ show his wickedness.
108:24,119[A  ]| But as the eternal does his mercies show
108:24,120[A  ]| And grant remission below
108:24,121[A  ]| To$4$ mortals that$6#1$ rebellious grow,
108:24,122[A  ]| Thus proving divine mystery,
108:24,123[A  ]| And that$3$ to$9$ live from passions free
108:24,124[A  ]| Is only the province of the deity,
108:24,125[A  ]| So$3$ the reverend sire, after a stream had run
108:24,126[A  ]| From his eyes' aged fountains, thus begun
108:24,127[A  ]| To$9$ pity and instruct his just precipitating son.
108:24,128@b   | "Where wilt thou fall, ah, why thyself destroy,
108:24,129@b   | Rash, heedless boy?
108:24,130@b   | Why dost thou snatch at a deluding bait
108:24,131@b   | That$6#1$ hooks thee to$4$ thy fate,
108:24,132@b   | O thou unfortunate?
108:24,133@b   | Look here and borrow thy old father's eye,
108:24,134@b   | Look well and through this perspect shalt thou spy
108:24,135@b   | The world dressed in$4$ her vanity.
108:24,136@b   | See here Ambition plotting how to$9$ climb
108:24,137@b   | Up$5$ to$4$ a seat sublime,
108:24,138@b   | And now aloud resounds his fame,
108:24,139@b   | Now like$4$ a meteor does he flame
108:24,140@b   | Whilst all the air is filled with echoes of his name.
108:24,141@b   | But see, the wheel of chance is turned,
108:24,142@b   | And what was so$5#1$ admired is scorned;
108:24,143@b   | The blazing comet shines not, that$6#1$ before
108:24,144@b   | Enlightened the horizon over:
108:24,145@b   | The exhalation is spent and seen no$2$ more.
108:24,146@b   | See there where Faction with his hundred hands,
108:24,147@b   | And treasons numerous as sands,
108:24,148@b   | Impious though old, stands preaching in$4$ a tree,
108:24,149@b   | Stirring the long-eared rout to$4$ mutiny;
108:24,150@b   | From infancy a traitor known,
108:24,151@b   | One that$6#1$ would fight for$4$ conscience, but had none.
108:24,152@b   | Hark how the mobile shout, that$6#2$ echoing peal
108:24,153@b   | Portends the downfall of the commonweal:
108:24,154@b   | Some monarch now
108:24,155@b   | To$4$ the force must bow,
108:24,156@b   | Of brutish ignorance, pretended zeal.
108:24,157@b   | Next turn thy eye and view religion's state,
108:24,158@b   | And there perhaps you will$1$ find too late,
108:24,159@b   | The canting parasite gilt fortune serves,
108:24,160@b   | Whilst the truly pious starves.
108:24,161@b   | It is the sly, fleer and supple knee unties
108:24,162@b   | The purse of gouty avarice;
108:24,163@b   | And we may boldly now declare
108:24,164@b   | The clergy thrive by$4$ flattery more than prayer.
108:24,165@b   | See how that$6#2$ reverend doctor vails his cap
108:24,166@b   | To$4$ yon profane court ape!
108:24,167@b   | Sure he has some suit to$9$ beg,
108:24,168@b   | That$3$ thus he sneaks and scrapes a leg
108:24,169@b   | Whilst the other proudly keeps him bare: Thus we may see
108:24,170@b   | Learning is the footstool of court Vanity.
108:24,171@b   | See next where Beauty comes, parent of darling sin,
108:24,172@b   | That$6#2$ charming demon of the skin,
108:24,173@b   | That$6#2$ victor that$6#1$ great monarchs rules,
108:24,174@b   | That$6#2$ paradise of loving fools,
108:24,175@b   | That$6#1$ gets more souls
108:24,176@b   | Than heaven and all the miracles within.
108:24,177@b   | That$6#2$ soul of joy, that$6#2$ tyrant over the blood,
108:24,178@b   | That$6#2$ blessing, yet a curse, though heavenly, yet not good;
108:24,179@b   | That$6#2$ potent power that$6#1$ with resistless art,
108:24,180@b   | Reigns all in$4$ all and all in$4$ every part.
108:24,181@b   | O how she shines and does her nets prepare,
108:24,182@b   | Look how they crowd into her snare,
108:24,183@b   | And think eternal bliss is there;
108:24,184@b   | Till sickness shades the glaring light,
108:24,185@b   | Then what they once thought bright
108:24,186@b   | Appears a horrid spectre, hideous to$4$ the sight.
108:24,187@b   | But these remarks, fond boy, are few:
108:24,188@b   | Search nature through,
108:24,189@b   | And thou shalt find a thousand new:
108:24,190@b   | A strange vicissitude of things,
108:24,191@b   | From peasants even to$4$ kings.
108:24,192@b   | Then patient merit shalt thou find ill used,
108:24,193@b   | Virtue and wit by$4$ ignorance abused;
108:24,194@b   | Knowledge low as the grave dejected lies,
108:24,195@b   | Whilst in$4$ all places vice doth only rise.
108:24,196@b   | In$4$ the country, city court, new crimes we see,
108:24,197@b   | A most unnatural change in$4$ each degree,
108:24,198@b   | And nothing scorned or slighted more than Honesty."
108:24,199[A  ]| Thus spake the good old man with modest grace,
108:24,200[A  ]| And here a second shower apace,
108:24,201[A  ]| Fell on$4$ his beard like$4$ gems, and decked his reverend face.
108:24,202[A  ]| But error who$6#1$ had with much impatience sat,
108:24,203[A  ]| And heard his father moral truths relate,
108:24,204[A  ]| Like$4$ libertines within a temple shut,
108:24,205[A  ]| Who$6#1$ having no$2$ way to$9$ get out,
108:24,206[A  ]| Are forced a while to$9$ be devout,
108:24,207[A  ]| With an unwilling mind obeyed:
108:24,208[A  ]| Still stung with rage to$9$ hear the court reproved,
108:24,209[A  ]| The court he so$5#1$ much loved,
108:24,210[A  ]| Raising his drowsy head this answer made:
108:24,211@c   | "To$4$ the aged, sir, that$6#1$ pleasures reap in$4$ vain.
108:24,212@c   | All pleasure seems a pain:
108:24,213@c   | The choicest banquet is but  made a waste,
108:24,214@c   | To$4$ one that$6#1$ has no$2$ taste;
108:24,215@c   | And therefore you whose insipid palate is down,
108:24,216@c   | Past help of all the physicians in$4$ the town,
108:24,217@c   | Failing to$9$ relish, rail at the courtly treat
108:24,218@c   | On$4$ which$6#1$ with joy and greediness we eat;
108:24,219@c   | Because your stomach can not be preserved
108:24,220@c   | You wish all others starved:
108:24,221@c   | So$3$ the withered beldam, youthful once and gay,
108:24,222@c   | That$6#1$ in$4$ December now reflects on$4$ her past May,
108:24,223@c   | Missing with grief the effects of love
108:24,224@c   | She formerly could prove,
108:24,225@c   | Grows mad, and with true woman's malice stung,
108:24,226@c   | Hates all her sex and wishes damned the beautiful and young.
108:24,227@b   | "Wretched is he, 
108:24,227[A  ]| replied the sire, 
108:24,227@b   | that$6#1$ tries
108:24,228@b   | To$9$ make a senseless idiot good or wise:
108:24,229@b   | He cultivates with endless toil,
108:24,230@b   | A barren, rocky and unfruitful soil,
108:24,231@b   | Where thistles only grow, and not one valued grain can rise.
108:24,232@b   | Think not, rash fool, that$3$ I the court deprave,
108:24,233@b   | Because I no$2$ favour have:
108:24,234@b   | Honesty in$4$ itself is rewarded more,
108:24,235@b   | And is like$4$ charity to$4$ the poor,
108:24,236@b   | Repaid from the eternal store.
108:24,237@b   | I only for$4$ thy sake
108:24,238@b   | Did some reflections make
108:24,239@b   | To$9$ teach thee how the virtuous to$9$ prefer
108:24,240@b   | Before the rich, the lewd or popular.
108:24,241@b   | The court is a spacious garden and it breeds
108:24,242@b   | Both fragrant flowers and noisome weeds:
108:24,243@b   | Hemlock and jessamine flourish and sprout forth,
108:24,244@b   | As if of equal worth;
108:24,245@b   | Which$6#1$ to$9$ distinguish is well worth thy care.
108:24,246@b   | And that$3$ my fame thou maist no$2$ more abuse,
108:24,247@b   | By$4$ pleading ignorance for$4$ excuse,
108:24,248@b   | In$4$ silence give attentive ear,
108:24,249@b   | And I will$1$ describe both good and bad in$4$ each true character.
108:24,250@b   | Titus the second reigns, he whose celestial mind
108:24,251@b   | Styles him the joy of human kind,
108:24,252@b   | So$5#1$ good that$3$, if it were possible there should be
108:24,253@b   | Another heaven-born god and man
108:24,254@b   | Since our great saviour's reign,
108:24,255@b   | By$4$ the bright host above I would swear it is he.
108:24,256@b   | In$4$ every kingly grace he does abound,
108:24,257@b   | For$4$ wisdom loved, for$4$ clemency renowned,
108:24,258@b   | And in$4$ each art the learned ever desired
108:24,259@b   | Most skilful and admired.
108:24,260@b   | What mystic knowledge human nature blessed 
108:24,261@b   | That$6#1$ dwells not in$4$ his breast?
108:24,262@b   | What virtue ever did heaven to$4$ man impart
108:24,263@b   | That$6#1$ centres not within his royal heart?
108:24,264@b   | Or what inspiring rhetoric did belong
108:24,265@b   | To$4$ the wise old poet's song
108:24,266@b   | That$6#1$ flows not now from his oraculous tongue?
108:24,267@b   | Look in$4$ his face, and heaven has portrayed there
108:24,268@b   | The grandeur that$6#1$ true majesty should wear:
108:24,269@b   | Awful his brow and terrible his frown,
108:24,270@b   | On$4$ such as dim the lustre of his crown;
108:24,271@b   | Yet may the loyal in$4$ each feature see
108:24,272@b   | Such marks of godlike clemency,
108:24,273@b   | That$3$ whilst they tremble they are delighted too,
108:24,274@b   | And with a silent veneration view.
108:24,275@b   | He loves his people, and their faith defends,
108:24,276@b   | The best of masters and the best of friends;
108:24,277@b   | Patient though wronged, never to$4$ passion driven,
108:24,278@b   | Just as his laws and merciful as heaven.
108:24,279@b   | His heart is humble though his throne is high,
108:24,280@b   | So$5#1$ constant that$3$ hell's worst plots he dares defy
108:24,281@b   | And smile at trembling traitors that$6#1$ stand by$5$.
108:24,282@b   | Whoever but he a just revenge could quell,
108:24,283@b   | When his great father fell?
108:24,284@b   | Who$6#2$ could forgive the impious mobile
108:24,285@b   | But only he,
108:24,286@b   | That$6#1$ has more heavenly pity than mortality?
108:24,287@b   | Yet still the barbarous rebels him infest,
108:24,288@b   | Still they his loved and dear-bought peace molest,
108:24,289@b   | And murmur at his reign though in$4$ it blessed.
108:24,290@b   | Like$4$ brutes they feed upon$4$ the fat of the land,
108:24,291@b   | In$4$ peace they live and nature's stores command;
108:24,292@b   | Yet use his bounty to$4$ no$2$ other end
108:24,293@b   | But to$9$ have power to$9$ offend.
108:24,294@b   | While mercy sways these saints a war maintain:
108:24,295@b   | They are never quiet but when tyrants reign.
108:24,296@b   | And as a stubborn child that$6#1$ oft has proved
108:24,297@b   | His mother's fond indulgency and love,
108:24,298@b   | Vexed at some trifle, stamps, lies down and cries,
108:24,299@b   | Blubbers and swells and her command denies,
108:24,300@b   | Until at last she out of patience grows
108:24,301@b   | And quells the little rebel with pathetic blows,
108:24,302@b   | So$3$ the factious never true allegiance wore
108:24,303@b   | Till conquered and kept poor!
108:24,304@b   | For$3$ as a famous bard did sing of yore,
108:24,305@b   | Nothing rebellion plants in$4$ English blood,
108:24,306@b   | But too much plenty and a prince too good.
108:24,307@b   | But, ah, no$2$ more, fond muse no$2$ more;
108:24,308@b   | He needs not thy poor praise, therefore give over:
108:24,309@b   | He, like$4$ the sun, shines everywhere so$5#1$ bright,
108:24,310@b   | There can be no$2$ additional light,
108:24,311@b   | No$2$ more than thou canst see
108:24,312@b   | With mortal eyes celestial mystery
108:24,313@b   | Or with a plummet sound endless eternity.
108:24,314@b   | Next Resolution comes, the great, the good,
108:24,315@b   | Allied to$4$ him in$4$ virtues as in$4$ blood;
108:24,316@b   | A hero for$4$ his constancy renowned,
108:24,317@b   | And in$4$ mysterious politics profound;
108:24,318@b   | Positive, fixed and settled to$4$ his will$0$,
108:24,319@b   | And dares do anything but ill,
108:24,320@b   | Revenge his wrongs though they like$4$ hydras grow,
108:24,321@b   | A faithful friend but a most dreadful foe;
108:24,322@b   | Bravest in$4$ danger, valiant though not rash:
108:24,323@b   | For$3$, when the Belgian streamers braved the British cross,
108:24,324@b   | Then on$4$ the bloody deck he seemed to$9$ grow,
108:24,325@b   | Whilst fate affrighted aimed the shot too low,
108:24,326@b   | Awed with the terror of his dauntless brow.
108:24,327@b   | A loyal prince and wise, secure of fate,
108:24,328@b   | Of honour nice, in$4$ every action great.
108:24,329@b   | Not fond of sway, but if by$4$ right his own
108:24,330@b   | In$4$ his life's scale he weighs a throne
108:24,331@b   | His haughty soul never understood
108:24,332@b   | To$9$ humour the mechanic brood.
108:24,333@b   | The people like$4$ rough waters are to$4$ him
108:24,334@b   | On$4$ which$6#1$ he swims against the stream;
108:24,335@b   | Nor fears the dangers of the wildest storm ~~
108:24,336@b   | His courage and his fate contemns all harm;
108:24,337@b   | In$4$ his religion firm but not precise,
108:24,338@b   | Admires the counsel of the wise,
108:24,339@b   | But cares not to$9$ be catechised,
108:24,340@b   | Or new untrodden paths be shown,
108:24,341@b   | As if the way to$4$ heaven he had not known,
108:24,342@b   | Or that$3$ his soul were not his own.
108:24,343@b   | His conscience will$1$ be guided by$4$ his sense,
108:24,344@b   | Not by$4$ the vulgar's impudence.
108:24,345@b   | So$3$ the Roman heroes rather chose to$9$ die
108:24,346@b   | By$4$ their own noble hands than by$4$ an enemy.
108:24,347@b   | Deep in$4$ a hollow, dark and dreadful cave,
108:24,348@b   | Black and gloomy as the grave,
108:24,349@b   | That$6#1$ never saw a lucid ray
108:24,350@b   | Of the sun's face, nor cheerful day,
108:24,351@b   | But, shaded over with baleful ivy, seemed
108:24,352@b   | The cottage of some melancholy fiend;
108:24,353@b   | On$4$ whose top ever sat the ghastly owl,
108:24,354@b   | Shrieking her baleful note and horrid howl,
108:24,355@b   | Far from the pleasing chirp of other fowl,
108:24,356@b   | Old Discord did with pale-faced Treason dwell,
108:24,357@b   | Near neighbours and much nearer friends to$4$ hell.
108:24,358@b   | There in$4$ a grot where never leaf was seen,
108:24,359@b   | Nor anything that$6#1$ is green,
108:24,360@b   | But stumps of rotten trees and thorns that$6#1$ long had blasted been,
108:24,361@b   | Treason in$4$ darkness lay.  
108:24,362@b   | His lodging furnished was 
108:24,363@b   | With poniards, pistols, daggers, many a glass 
108:24,364@b   | With mortal liquid substance filled
108:24,365@b   | That$6#1$ loyalty had often killed, 
108:24,366@b   | When never a sword could do it in$4$ honour's field. 
108:24,367@b   | Discord's apartment different was seen: 
108:24,368@b   | He had a lawyer been, 
108:24,369@b   | One that$6#1$ if fee were large could loudly bawl, 
108:24,370@b   | But had a cough of the lungs if small; 
108:24,371@b   | And never cared who$6#1$ lost so$3$ he might win.
108:24,372@b   | His shelves were crammed with processes and writs 
108:24,373@b   | That$6#1$ dulled poor clients' wits; 
108:24,374@b   | Long rolls of parchment, bonds, citations, wills,
108:24,375@b   | Fines, executions, errors, and eternal chancery bills. 
108:24,376@b   | This blessed pair thought this obscure retreat 
108:24,377@b   | A place most for$4$ their purpose fit
108:24,378@b   | To$9$ forge their villainies and exclaim 
108:24,379@b   | On$4$ Resolution's name, 
108:24,380@b   | And blast his spreading fame: 
108:24,381@b   | Which$6#1$ to$9$ perform, and safe to$9$ stem this stream,
108:24,382@b   | They make religion the theme, 
108:24,383@b   | The rabble's bugbear and the courtier's dream, 
108:24,384@b   | And only the wise man's shining beam: 
108:24,385@b   | Religion, ever made the grave disguise 
108:24,386@b   | Of horrid villainies. 
108:24,387@b   | And now the news does various thoughts inspire; 
108:24,388@b   | Now, now the train has taken fire, 
108:24,389@b   | And straight it is buzzed about the town, 
108:24,390@b   | Religion is raced, the charter, king and crown 
108:24,391@b   | In$4$ danger.  This the vulgar swallow down, 
108:24,392@b   | Then rail at resolution, and find flaws 
108:24,393@b   | Even in$4$ his title, swear the good old cause
108:24,394@b   | Is lost, and broke are all the canon laws.
108:24,395@b   | In$4$ this impetuous torrent of the state
108:24,396@b   | Young Marcian rises, famed of late
108:24,397@b   | For$4$ conduct, courage and advantages of fate;
108:24,398@b   | Mighty in$4$ office, public in$4$ report,
108:24,399@b   | Powerful in$4$ the army, and beloved at court;
108:24,400@b   | Borne on$4$ the people's shoulders with such pride
108:24,401@b   | As Indian kings on$4$ conquered princes ride.
108:24,402@b   | Heaven marked him for$4$ uncommon destiny:
108:24,403@b   | None favoured more, nor none more great than he,
108:24,404@b   | Till hell's cursed agents caused his sense to$9$ stray
108:24,405@b   | Out of his once loved path, his loyal way,
108:24,406@b   | And counselled him to$9$ disobey;
108:24,407@b   | Friendly to$4$ his destruction him advise
108:24,408@b   | That$3$ on$4$ his ruin they might rise,
108:24,409@b   | And more the weakness of his youth to$9$ try,
108:24,410@b   | And swell his illegitimate ambition high,
108:24,411@b   | With hopes to$9$ gain a crown,
108:24,412@b   | Which$6#1$ they by$4$ right knew never could be his own,
108:24,413@b   | Two wretched sons of Belial rose
108:24,414@b   | Unhappy Resolution to$9$ oppose
108:24,415@b   | And swore for$4$ Marcian much, but more for$4$ clothes.
108:24,416@b   | Their deep-mouthed oaths to$4$ the lofty skies were sent
108:24,417@b   | That$3$ there would be a change in$4$ government,
108:24,418@b   | A massacre, and princes were to$9$ die,
108:24,419@b   | The Lord knows when, or how, or why,
108:24,420@b   | Yet some affirm it truth and some a lie.
108:24,421@b   | Strong proofs were made and the law was satisfied,
108:24,422@b   | And being justly tried,
108:24,423@b   | Fate turned his mortal point and the shorn elders died;
108:24,424@b   | But all so$5#1$ constant and with such humility
108:24,425@b   | That$3$ even I, impartial Honesty,
108:24,426@b   | Offered some pitying tears, the effects of human charity.
108:24,427@b   | A crown, which$6#1$ with magnetic influence draws
108:24,428@b   | The souls of great ones to$4$ its charming laws,
108:24,429@b   | Tempts fathomed Marcian to$9$ espouse the cause:
108:24,430@b   | In$4$ show at least. Then for$4$ his sake
108:24,431@b   | The shouting rabble mighty bonfires make.
108:24,432@b   | The blazing faggots did each street adorn,
108:24,433@b   | As if he did from victory return;
108:24,434@b   | Unhappy flames, which$6#1$ since he finds too true,
108:24,435@b   | Singed both his grandeur and discretion too.
108:24,436@b   | But when their prince, the rightful heir of fame,
108:24,437@b   | To$9$ prove his innocence from exile came,
108:24,438@b   | No$2$ arches were adorned, no$2$ triumphs made,
108:24,439@b   | He Gorgon-like made the wild herd afraid;
108:24,440@b   | No$2$ joyful shouts or welcome bells,
108:24,441@b   | Nor lights set out but all like$4$ snails
108:24,442@b   | Shrunk their fanatic horns into their shells.
108:24,443@b   | To$9$ encourage all, a nobleman appears
108:24,444@b   | For$4$ wit and valour famous many years,
108:24,445@b   | And choosing knights of the shires:
108:24,446@b   | A poet, soldier, lover, all that$6#1$ can
108:24,447@b   | Make up$5$ an extraordinary man,
108:24,448@b   | In$4$ whom his enemies most own
108:24,449@b   | Perfection in$4$ excess, external shown,
108:24,450@b   | But in$4$ his intellect unknown:
108:24,451@b   | Sometimes for$4$ the king, then for$4$ the mobile:
108:24,452@b   | But what is wit if it want loyalty?
108:24,453@b   | A witty rebel is no$2$ more
108:24,454@b   | Than like$4$ a handsome, public whore,
108:24,455@b   | Infamous and contemned by$4$ the wise and good,
108:24,456@b   | And only useful to$4$ the lewd.
108:24,457@b   | Yet if we ever could judge of hearts
108:24,458@b   | By$4$ knowledge or by$4$ parts,
108:24,459@b   | We our Parmenio should prefer,
108:24,460@b   | Equally brave with his great ancestor.
108:24,461@b   | For$3$ if rebellion buds where grows such sense?
108:24,462@b   | The devil converted preaches abstinence.
108:24,463@b   | In$4$ his right hand a peer he led
108:24,464@b   | Of whose worth more hereafter shall be said;
108:24,465@b   | With a young baron filed, just fledged in$4$ the laws,
108:24,466@b   | And newly then corrupted to$4$ the cause,
108:24,467@b   | Ushered by$4$ bold Sir*Thopas; and in$4$ the other
108:24,468@b   | A lean warped, canting linsey-wolsey brother.
108:24,469@b   | Next a fat author waddled into view,
108:24,470@b   | For$4$ satire famous and sedition too,
108:24,471@b   | A Gog and Magog in$4$ each outward part,
108:24,472@b   | But the least of pygmies in$4$ his sense and art;
108:24,473@b   | Distracted nature swore there was no$2$ kin
108:24,474@b   | Between his external gifts and those within.
108:24,475@b   | His soul just dwindled to$4$ a voice,
108:24,476@b   | Rails at her thoughtless choice,
108:24,477@b   | And the body sweating out its wrongs
108:24,478@b   | Coughs answers from distempered lungs;
108:24,479@b   | Tells the invisible phantom that$3$
108:24,480@b   | It was her lean quality made him so$5#1$ fat;
108:24,481@b   | Useless in$4$ all, unfit to$9$ think
108:24,482@b   | Or do, but only sleep and drink;
108:24,483@b   | And forced in$4$ this great dearth of sense
108:24,484@b   | To$9$ have refuge only from his impudence,
108:24,485@b   | To$9$ side with the factions that$6#1$ would monarchs rule
108:24,486@b   | And grow a positive, busy prating fool.
108:24,487@b   | There are a sort of men, a mongrel race,
108:24,488@b   | That$6#1$ loyalty like$4$ coin deface
108:24,489@b   | And think that$6#2$ kind of honesty is best
108:24,490@b   | That$6#1$ suits most with their carnal interest;
108:24,491@b   | That$6#1$ loves their prince only by$4$ fits,
108:24,492@b   | Just as the humour or their business hits;
108:24,493@b   | And never will$1$ his prerogative maintain,
108:24,494@b   | But when they are chapmen with hopes of gain,
108:24,495@b   | Or from his power expect
108:24,496@b   | Something they could not else effect.
108:24,497@b   | A suit against himself their votes pursue:
108:24,498@b   | For$4$ that$6#2$ they will$1$ wheedle, fawn and woo,
108:24,499@b   | Yet swear they are loyal all and true.
108:24,500@b   | So$3$ the citizen that$6#1$ his soul has pliant made,
108:24,501@b   | And bound his conscience apprentice to$4$ his trade,
108:24,502@b   | The person ever does most kindly treat
108:24,503@b   | That$6#1$ he designs to$9$ cheat.
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108:25,000['  ]| <Part 2 of the Progress of Honesty>
108:25,001@b   | The honest wretch that$6#1$ virtue does adore
108:25,002@b   | Is certain to$9$ be poor.
108:25,003@b   | The garment can not this nice age adorn,
108:25,004@b   | It is out of mode, not decent to$9$ be worn;
108:25,005@b   | A rugged maxim which$6#1$ we treat
108:25,006@b   | As a theme useless grown, and obsolete,
108:25,007@b   | Whilst other tenets the erring court does guide:
108:25,008@b   | Flattery, folly, pride,
108:25,009@b   | Lust and a thousand crimes beside.
108:25,010@b   | Who$6#2$ would think man had a share of heavenly grace
108:25,011@b   | That$6#1$ saw grave Mosca flatter for$4$ a place,
108:25,012@b   | Or know a reverend judge in$4$ the law profound
108:25,013@b   | Sell an offender's life for$4$ fifty pound?
108:25,014@b   | Or see a modest scholar cringe to$4$ a lord
108:25,015@b   | That$6#1$, swelled with land and nonsense, scorns to$9$ afford
108:25,016@b   | The humble prostitute a word?
108:25,017@b   | Why should stiff Balbus, that$6#1$ through the gazing rout
108:25,018@b   | In$4$ triumph rides, scorn his wise friend on$4$ foot
108:25,019@b   | Who$6#1$ though he lowly bows with humble grace
108:25,020@b   | The purblind puppet never turns his face,
108:25,021@b   | Nor answers the salute again:
108:25,022@b   | His cravat string both sides has wedged his chin?
108:25,023@b   | But it is not state, nor gold, nor gay attire
108:25,024@b   | Can the learned soul with vanity inspire.
108:25,025@b   | The book and sense he understands
108:25,026@b   | Makes him more rich than the other's lands.
108:25,027@b   | He knows, though white and soft appears the skin,
108:25,028@b   | A rotten carcass may be hid within.
108:25,029@b   | Though clogged with lackeys the gilt coach does roll,
108:25,030@b   | The wallowing spark within may be an owl.
108:25,031@b   | Though Vesta scour with coach and six abroad,
108:25,032@b   | She is in$4$ her warm apartment known a bawd
108:25,033@b   | Who$6#1$, thriving on$4$ the sins of the nation,
108:25,034@b   | Each minute damns herself in$4$ her vocation.
108:25,035@b   | Then if this knowledge we repeat
108:25,036@b   | And view the chances of unconstant fate,
108:25,037@b   | Who$6#2$ would be fond of being great?
108:25,038@b   | Who$6#2$ would on$4$ favour ever depend
108:25,039@b   | When there is no$2$ such thing as friend;
108:25,040@b   | No$2$ constant love, no$2$ grateful action due,
108:25,041@b   | No$2$ man that$6#1$ is profit proof, nor woman true?
108:25,042@b   | Your friend if wanted shall soon weary prove;
108:25,043@b   | Your mistress haunted shall desert your love:
108:25,044@b   | Nay, yourself against your better self shall hold
108:25,045@b   | And the vices of your body damn your soul.
108:25,046@b   | Yet hold, satiric muse, pull in$5$ thy rein
108:25,047@b   | And thy wild reason's sentiments restrain.
108:25,048@b   | Though vice around the court like$4$ lightning rove,
108:25,049@b   | It can not sure blast all the grove.
108:25,050@b   | Old loyal Clitus is in$4$ fame sublime,
108:25,051@b   | He threescore years has faced the storms of time,
108:25,052@b   | Untainted of the least ungenerous crime;
108:25,053@b   | And though his fortune some moist heads decry,
108:25,054@b   | None touch his courage or his loyalty.
108:25,055@b   | His part was valour, valour the soldier's bliss:
108:25,056@b   | Success was heaven's prerogative, not his.
108:25,057@b   | With him brave Cleon joins, the good, the sage,
108:25,058@b   | Wise even in$4$ youth, and beautiful in$4$ age;
108:25,059@b   | A man graced with his prudent monarch's trust,
108:25,060@b   | The truest sign of being just.
108:25,061@b   | The Irish confines loudly can proclaim
108:25,062@b   | His virtue and his fame.
108:25,063@b   | He is brave as Honour's self, does Merit nobly prize,
108:25,064@b   | Valiant like$4$ Hector, like$4$ Ulysses wise;
108:25,065@b   | There is honest Memnon too, and Battus learned by$4$ fits,
108:25,066@b   | And good Macaenas, patron of the wits,
108:25,067@b   | With some few more which$6#1$ I omit.
108:25,068@b   | For$3$ now my muse grows weary of her theme,
108:25,069@b   | This courtly gay fantastic dream,
108:25,070@b   | And to$4$ the city steers,
108:25,071@b   | The famed metropolis of factious doubts and fears;
108:25,072@b   | There she a while lies down,
108:25,073@b   | As tired armies rest before they attack a town.
108:25,074@b   | Amongst the grandees gifted to$9$ rebel,
108:25,075@b   | That$6#1$ this vast buzzing hive with faction swell,
108:25,076@b   | There is one whose character is hard to$9$ tell:
108:25,077@b   | And old quack statesman that$6#1$ had rather die
108:25,078@b   | Than lose a grain of popularity
108:25,079@b   | Or be accounted loyal on$4$ condition
108:25,080@b   | To$9$ be thought less a politician.
108:25,081@b   | Some call him Hophni, some Achitophel,
108:25,082@b   | Others chief advocate for$4$ Hell;
108:25,083@b   | Some cry he sure a second Janus is,
108:25,084@b   | And all things past and future sees;
108:25,085@b   | Another rapt with satire swears his eyes
108:25,086@b   | Upon$4$ himself are spies,
108:25,087@b   | And slyly do their optics inward roll
108:25,088@b   | To$9$ watch the subtle motions of his soul,
108:25,089@b   | That$3$ they with sharp perspective sight
108:25,090@b   | And help of intellectual light
108:25,091@b   | May guide the helm of the state aright,
108:25,092@b   | Nay view what will$1$ hereafter be
108:25,093@b   | By$4$ their all-seeing quality.
108:25,094@b   | The erring ancients much did Argus prize
108:25,095@b   | That$6#2$ royal sentinel for$4$ his hundred eyes;
108:25,096@b   | If him they so$5#1$ admired, what would they do
108:25,097@b   | If they our passive hero knew
108:25,098@b   | That$6#1$ sees a hundred ways with two?
108:25,099@b   | His body once so$5#1$ active known
108:25,100@b   | Is with diseases cramped and useless grown;
108:25,101@b   | His conscience long imprisoned with his gout
108:25,102@b   | Now cares not to$9$ get out,
108:25,103@b   | Lest losing the retreat which$6#1$ here she gained
108:25,104@b   | She nowhere should be entertained;
108:25,105@b   | His bone is his weather-glass, and his back
108:25,106@b   | Is his perpetual almanac
108:25,107@b   | By$4$ which$6#1$ he knows before it is too late
108:25,108@b   | Both change of weather and the state;
108:25,109@b   | His subtlety so$5#1$ nice his brethren find
108:25,110@b   | He jealous grows of all mankind,
108:25,111@b   | Much doubts himself, but more those men
108:25,112@b   | That$6#1$ he but newly has drawn in$5$,
108:25,113@b   | And therefore strange conclusions tries,
108:25,114@b   | And to$9$ be thought extremely wise
108:25,115@b   | Leaves them to$9$ act, himself to$9$ advise.
108:25,116@b   | Thus as some trumpeter to$4$ battle drawn
108:25,117@b   | Fights not himself but still sets others on$5$,
108:25,118@b   | He never himself would the danger meet,
108:25,119@b   | But employed those that$6#1$ had least wit;
108:25,120@b   | And as some grandees of late times have done,
108:25,121@b   | Made their rebellion hide his own.
108:25,122@b   | There nothing can so$5#1$ great a bugbear be
108:25,123@b   | To$4$ his speculative sense as monarchy:
108:25,124@b   | He hates to$9$ hear the name of king,
108:25,125@b   | And wishes there were no$2$ such thing,
108:25,126@b   | And as a skilful rider oft is forced
108:25,127@b   | (That$6#1$ sees his enemy much better horsed)
108:25,128@b   | To$9$ thrust him from his seat, and so$3$
108:25,129@b   | Get ground of his well mounted foe,
108:25,130@b   | So$3$ he, true jockey of the state
108:25,131@b   | That$6#1$ at his post never came too late,
108:25,132@b   | Dismounts all his antagonists beside,
108:25,133@b   | That$3$ he himself might only ride.
108:25,134@b   | Ambition in$4$ his face does plain appear
108:25,135@b   | Through its thin veil, a sly fanatic fleer,
108:25,136@b   | And you without a perspective may see
108:25,137@b   | Pride in$4$ each feature of humility.
108:25,138@b   | State-gamesterlike he the nation nicks
108:25,139@b   | And meekness is his best of politics;
108:25,140@b   | So$3$ the unfathomed flood does smile and soothe,
108:25,141@b   | No$2$ danger threatens, all is calm and smooth,
108:25,142@b   | Tempting the unwary traveller to$9$ wade in$5$
108:25,143@b   | Who$6#1$ then too late finds no$2$ way out again.
108:25,144@b   | It is deep as Hell, and no$2$ redress is found,
108:25,145@b   | But the unhappy wretch must sink and drown.
108:25,146@b   | To$9$ match this Rabbi there is one
108:25,147@b   | Not equalled but by$4$ him in$4$ all the town:
108:25,148@b   | The City's mouth, by$4$ which$6#1$ she tells
108:25,149@b   | Her fears, her prophecies and oracles;
108:25,150@b   | A man whom zealous numbers join
108:25,151@b   | To$9$ enrich with their own darling coin,
108:25,152@b   | And as Venetians deal with Jews,
108:25,153@b   | Commit it carefully to$4$ use ~~
108:25,154@b   | Not that$3$ they do impose this trust,
108:25,155@b   | Encouraged by$4$ his fame of being just,
108:25,156@b   | For$3$ he this thriving maxim has professed,
108:25,157@b   | That$3$ the conscience of the wise is interest,
108:25,158@b   | But that$3$ in$4$ proper time a bank might swell
108:25,159@b   | To$9$ bribe dissenting brethren to$9$ rebel.
108:25,160@b   | He is one that$6#1$ still with Beauty keeps a league,
108:25,161@b   | And his past life was famous for$4$ intrigue:
108:25,162@b   | He haunted brothels and grew lewd,
108:25,163@b   | The better to$9$ distinguish good;
108:25,164@b   | With hoary bawds kept formal interest,
108:25,165@b   | To$9$ sift into the nature of the beast;
108:25,166@b   | And as some parents fondly used
108:25,167@b   | To$9$ send their children to$4$ the stews,
108:25,168@b   | Urge them to$4$ wenches, wine and dice,
108:25,169@b   | That$3$ they the sooner may grow wise,
108:25,170@b   | And see the vanity of vice,
108:25,171@b   | So$3$ he for$4$ many years did bend his will$0$
108:25,172@b   | To$9$ know the quintessence of ill:
108:25,173@b   | In$4$ wild night frolics spent a fair estate,
108:25,174@b   | And with each suburb jilt grew intimate
108:25,175@b   | For$4$ moral virtue's sake, as some agree,
108:25,176@b   | But others bluntly swear it was lechery,
108:25,177@b   | An itching demon which$6#1$ long since did dwell
108:25,178@b   | In$4$ his hot veins, but now transformed to$4$ zeal ~~
108:25,179@b   | Zeal that$6#1$ inspires him to$9$ debate
108:25,180@b   | The people's doubts, and errors of the state,
108:25,181@b   | And makes him in$4$ the public hall,
108:25,182@b   | Echoing with noise and nonsense, loudly bawl.
108:25,183@b   | There is a time, by$4$ custom counted fit,
108:25,184@b   | When numerous crowds in$4$ consultation meet
108:25,185@b   | To$9$ pry into the state's condition
108:25,186@b   | And severally play the politician;
108:25,187@b   | By$4$ force then proud Green*Apron tyrants sway
108:25,188@b   | And legislative orders bluntly disobey;
108:25,189@b   | Not force of arms, for$3$ few need fear
108:25,190@b   | They so$5#1$ courageous will$1$ appear,
108:25,191@b   | But powerful vote, ear-deafening voice,
108:25,192@b   | And indefatigable noise.
108:25,193@b   | Two tribunes for$4$ the people then are chose:
108:25,194@b   | Bulwarks against foreign and domestic foes,
108:25,195@b   | And those in$4$ the election soonest thrive
108:25,196@b   | That$6#1$ dare entrench upon$4$ prerogative
108:25,197@b   | And raise rebellious tenets high
108:25,198@b   | Upon$4$ the neck of loyalty;
108:25,199@b   | But that$3$ such villainy should dwell
108:25,200@b   | In$4$ purblind zeal
108:25,201@b   | To$9$ place in$4$ office of such weighty trust
108:25,202@b   | A rebel, amongst all his tribe the worst,
108:25,203@b   | Is the severest instance that$3$ we lie
108:25,204@b   | Slaves to$4$ the yoke of impudent presbytery.
108:25,205@b   | Ungrateful Vulgar, had you none to$9$ choose
108:25,206@b   | But one that$6#1$ all obedience did refuse?
108:25,207@b   | Could you with no$2$ less fiend begin
108:25,208@b   | But Lucifer himself must be drawn in$5$?
108:25,209@b   | Of zealous Rabbis still you had enough,
108:25,210@b   | Prophets for$4$ oath, bravos for$4$ proof;
108:25,211@b   | Could not this serve, but you must fall
108:25,212@b   | More low, and into office call
108:25,213@b   | A factious fury worse than all?
108:25,214@b   | Like$4$ the stubborn Israelites of old you move
108:25,215@b   | And their enthusiastic whimsies prove:
108:25,216@b   | Ashteroth and Moloch, idols famous known,
108:25,217@b   | Goggle-eyed Baal, gaudy Accaron
108:25,218@b   | They left, nor longer in$4$ their errors trod;
108:25,219@b   | The calf of B*** was the darling god
108:25,220@b   | That$6#1$ only was designed
108:25,221@b   | To$9$ be adored by$4$ calves of worser kind:
108:25,222@b   | The bellowing, many-headed beast
108:25,223@b   | That$6#1$ groaned as if by$4$ tyranny oppressed,
108:25,224@b   | Yet were themselves the cause of their unrest.
108:25,225@b   | But now we talk of causes and of fears ~~
108:25,226@b   | Observe who$6#1$ next appears,
108:25,227@b   | And see to$4$ the great Mart Villanios come
108:25,228@b   | That$6#1$ plots abroad and pimps at home;
108:25,229@b   | That$6#1$ to$9$ be tribune racked his haggard wit,
108:25,230@b   | But wiser judgements voted him more fit
108:25,231@b   | To$9$ be a scavenger and cleanse the street,
108:25,232@b   | Swore he was better skilled by$4$ approbation
108:25,233@b   | To$9$ purge a nuisance than a nation,
108:25,234@b   | Which$6#1$ injury so$5#1$ near to$4$ his heart did grow
108:25,235@b   | That$3$ he resentment of the wrong to$9$ show
108:25,236@b   | Immured himself three days in$4$ bales of calico;
108:25,237@b   | There resolutely took the sullen pains
108:25,238@b   | To$9$ shroud his popular projecting brains.
108:25,239@b   | A mighty loss this to$4$ the tribe did seem,
108:25,240@b   | For$3$ now no$2$ more advice was given by$4$ him,
108:25,241@b   | Let the tottering nation sink or swim ~~
108:25,242@b   | Until, as peevish lovers woo,
108:25,243@b   | That$6#1$ rail, and swear each others' hatred true,
108:25,244@b   | At last forget their oaths and think it no$2$ sin
108:25,245@b   | To$9$ kiss the perjury off and love again,
108:25,246@b   | So$3$ he, though when enraged an oath had made,
108:25,247@b   | And solemnly forsworn the canting trade,
108:25,248@b   | Yet such a natural itch he to$4$ rebellion had,
108:25,249@b   | That$3$ willingly all wrongs he could forget
108:25,250@b   | To$9$ club again and plague the state.
108:25,251@b   | Happy the man, my son, whose honest heart
108:25,252@b   | Disloyalty could never subvert;
108:25,253@b   | That$6#1$ like$4$ a diamond keeps its constant trust,
108:25,254@b   | As that$6#2$ its beauty, free from rust,
108:25,255@b   | Which$6#1$ nothing can destroy but its own dust,
108:25,256@b   | Cherishing noble loyalty
108:25,257@b   | Till Fate unclews mortality,
108:25,258@b   | And sends him crowned with virtue to$9$ find room
108:25,259@b   | Amongst famed heroes in$4$ some honoured tomb.
108:25,260@b   | There the body sleeps, but the royal mind
108:25,261@b   | Within Fame's brightest altars is enshrined,
108:25,262@b   | Sublime as Heaven, and shall be
108:25,263@b   | Eternized in$4$ posterity,
108:25,264@b   | And as a phoenix in$4$ the Arabian groves,
108:25,265@b   | Whose pangs of age kind death removes,
108:25,266@b   | Breeds from the ashes of her spicy urn
108:25,267@b   | (The cedars' top where she did burn)
108:25,268@b   | Another offspring that$6#1$ will$1$ be
108:25,269@b   | Far more admired than she.
108:25,270@b   | So$3$ he that$6#1$ loyalty does prize
108:25,271@b   | (Loyalty, the noblest virtue of the wise)
108:25,272@b   | With honoured praise is ever stored,
108:25,273@b   | Alive renowned, when dead adored,
108:25,274@b   | Loved by$4$ the pious and the brave
108:25,275@b   | And shall, like$4$ sacred Virgil, have
108:25,276@b   | Eternal laurels grow around his grave;
108:25,277@b   | While Faction, that$6#2$ lean, withered hag
108:25,278@b   | That$6#1$ can of nothing but her treason brag,
108:25,279@b   | With infamy is spotted like$4$ the plague.
108:25,280@b   | Do but that$6#2$ nation's misery survey
108:25,281@b   | That$6#1$ glories in$4$ her will$0$ to$9$ disobey:
108:25,282@b   | Observe the fate of that$6#2$ most wretched thing
108:25,283@b   | That$6#1$ for$4$ his interest abjures his king,
108:25,284@b   | And with an unrelenting eye
108:25,285@b   | Thou shalt see the one with fears distracted lie,
108:25,286@b   | The other infamously die.
108:25,287@b   | Wouldst thou live well, my son, and free from ill,
108:25,288@b   | Still let thy conscience sway thy will$0$;
108:25,289@b   | Let that$6#2$ and reason still control
108:25,290@b   | And guide the inconstant orders of thy soul;
108:25,291@b   | Wild passion let religion rule,
108:25,292@b   | And look upon$4$ an atheist as a fool:
108:25,293@b   | He that$6#1$ a deity denies
108:25,294@b   | As some sly devil in$4$ disguise,
108:25,295@b   | That$6#1$ with his hellish tenets would deceive
108:25,296@b   | Weak credulous fools, that$6#1$ can believe.
108:25,297@b   | Look on$4$ thy country's grievance like$4$ a friend
108:25,298@b   | And pity faults thou canst not mend;
108:25,299@b   | But seek not by$4$ unlawful course
108:25,300@b   | To$9$ lance its wounds and make them worse.
108:25,301@b   | Remember, 
108:25,301@z   | ""When rebellion bloody grew,
108:25,302@z   | The rebels with the state were ruined too.""
108:25,303@b   | To$4$ generous ends bestow thy wealth,
108:25,304@b   | Be temperate for$4$ the sake of health,
108:25,305@b   | And if amongst life's chances thou dost prove
108:25,306@b   | Ever so$5#1$ mad to$9$ fall in$4$ love,
108:25,307@b   | To$4$ thy charmed senses' aid thy reason call,
108:25,308@b   | Or beauty will$1$ confound them all;
108:25,309@b   | For$3$ as a poet, whose free fancy roves
108:25,310@b   | In$4$ sacred rapture to$4$ Elysian groves,
108:25,311@b   | Imagines flowery beds and hills of joy
108:25,312@b   | Where naked angels sleeping lie,
108:25,313@b   | Builds golden palaces with crystal pillars graced
108:25,314@b   | And diamond doors on$4$ golden hinges placed,
108:25,315@b   | Creates embroidered grots where Cupids dwell
108:25,316@b   | Adorned with luscious fruit and flowers of sense-delighting smell, 
108:25,317@b   | And though he knows himself did this create, 
108:25,318@b   | He is fond as if it were true, and loves the dear conceit ~~ 
108:25,319@b   | Such beauteous woman is, such fancied still, 
108:25,320@b   | Her smiles can save, her frowns can kill; 
108:25,321@b   | Her person such divinity does wear 
108:25,322@b   | That$3$ taste and smell and all perfection is there:
108:25,323@b   | Ecstatic rapture transport all 
108:25,324@b   | That$6#1$ we Elysium can call. 
108:25,325@b   | If then in$4$ this soft snare 
108:25,326@b   | Her blooming cheek, her eye, or hair 
108:25,327@b   | Thy heart her prisoner she retains 
108:25,328@b   | And thou wantst power to$9$ break the chains, 
108:25,329@b   | To$4$ the great god of the grape thyself assign, 
108:25,330@b   | And there is a sovereign power in$4$ wine 
108:25,331@b   | Shall give thee instant liberty 
108:25,332@b   | From all her charms and she
108:25,333@b   | And in$4$ a moment make thee free 
108:25,334@b   | As frozen age, or as unfeeling infancy.
108:25,335[A  ]| Here stopped the reverend moralist, whose look
108:25,336[A  ]| Sufficiently confirmed the truths he spoke.
108:25,337[A  ]| Joyful he was to$9$ see his words had won
108:25,338[A  ]| Resentment in$4$ his son,
108:25,339[A  ]| Whose cloudy aspect did declare
108:25,340[A  ]| Within his breast what passions were at war.
108:25,341[A  ]| He now on$4$ bended knee, low as the earth,
108:25,342[A  ]| Begs pardon of the author of his birth
108:25,343[A  ]| For$4$ errors passed, and vows to$9$ be
108:25,344[A  ]| Henceforth the child of his morality.
108:25,345[A  ]| With joyful look the sire his convert graced,
108:25,346[A  ]| Thrice blessed the kneeling youth, and thrice embraced,
108:25,347[A  ]| And as the kingly prophet once did Absalom,
108:25,348[A  ]| Forgave his sins of youth, caressed and brought him home.
108:25,349[A  ]| And now the glittering god of day
108:25,350[A  ]| Had through opposing elements made way,
108:25,351[A  ]| In$4$ Neptune's deep recess withdrew
108:25,352[A  ]| His rays from mortal view;
108:25,353[A  ]| With borrowed beams the inconstant moon
108:25,354[A  ]| Possessed his place, and counterfeits a noon;
108:25,355[A  ]| Laborious Nature seemed at rest,
108:25,356[A  ]| And soft repose crowned man and beast,
108:25,357[A  ]| When to$4$ my peaceful lodging I retired,
108:25,358[A  ]| Well pleased at what I heard, and Honesty admired.
108:26,000@@@@@| 
108:26,000['  ]| <Durfey, A Pindaric poem on the royal navy>
108:26,001[A  ]| Calm was the ocean, as when first the sun
108:26,002[A  ]| Blessing the new creation had begun
108:26,003[A  ]| To$9$ prove the maker's power, and disperse
108:26,004[A  ]| Indulgent beams around the infant universe.
108:26,005[A  ]| Triumphant Neptune cleared his stormy brow,
108:26,006[A  ]| Curled his green dropping locks, and now
108:26,007[A  ]| His aged face, with wanton smiling, seemed
108:26,008[A  ]| As if his present joy had his past years redeemed.
108:26,009[A  ]| About him thronged in$4$ every place
108:26,010[A  ]| Nereids and Tritons, all the finny race
108:26,011[A  ]| That$6#1$ many a century of years had strove
108:26,012[A  ]| To$9$ express their duteous zeal and love,
108:26,013[A  ]| Wherever the watery god his chariot drove,
108:26,014[A  ]| Hushed in$4$ the calm of soft contentment lay:
108:26,015[A  ]| Some danced, whilst others with the sea nymphs play,
108:26,016[A  ]| All pleased to$9$ see their monarch smile and the propitious day.
108:26,017[A  ]| For$3$ now Great Britain's glory began appear,
108:26,018[A  ]| The royal navy here,
108:26,019[A  ]| Predestined, blessed its glorious course did steer:
108:26,020[A  ]| Castles impregnable, not made to$9$ yield,
108:26,021[A  ]| As when of old the hands of gods did build,
108:26,022[A  ]| Glide on$4$ the rolling billows and make sport
108:26,023[A  ]| With each opposing surge; a monarch's court
108:26,024[A  ]| Is every vessel, and in$4$ every room
108:26,025[A  ]| Caesar might think himself at home.
108:26,026[A  ]| The amorous sails swell with the winds that$6#1$ blow,
108:26,027[A  ]| And woods of English oak upon$4$ the ocean grow.
108:26,028[A  ]| The flower*de*luce, and type of English fame,
108:26,029[A  ]| When they the French did lame,
108:26,030[A  ]| Gilds every flag, and in$4$ each lion's eyes
108:26,031[A  ]| The rage of our wronged nation seems to$9$ rise;
108:26,032[A  ]| To$9$ see what now they are
108:26,033[A  ]| And heretofore we were,
108:26,034[A  ]| When martial Henry drove them to$4$ their walls
108:26,035[A  ]| And royally revenged the mock of their proud tennis balls.
108:26,036[A  ]| Britannia first, the empress of the fleet,
108:26,037[A  ]| In$4$ awful pomp rides on$4$ each humble wave;
108:26,038[A  ]| Who$6#1$ forward crowd with joy as pleased to$9$ meet
108:26,039[A  ]| Her glorious stern and mighty sides to$9$ lave;
108:26,040[A  ]| The jocund dolphins round about her keel,
108:26,041[A  ]| Whenever the martial trumpets sound,
108:26,042[A  ]| The charming influence of music feel
108:26,043[A  ]| And dance an antic round;
108:26,044[A  ]| Whilst on$4$ the deck a thousand heroes are,
108:26,045[A  ]| Valiant and young, true natives scorning fear,
108:26,046[A  ]| That$6#1$ England's ancient blood and honour bear:
108:26,047[A  ]| And at their feet a hundred brazen fates
108:26,048[A  ]| That$6#1$ kill as fast as Jove creates,
108:26,049[A  ]| When their hot balls of death are flying on$5$
108:26,050[A  ]| To$9$ eclipse the great false light of the proud gallic sun.
108:26,051[A  ]| With bloody streamers, waving in$4$ the wind,
108:26,052[A  ]| The Sovereign next does steer her graceful course,
108:26,053[A  ]| Raising her royal head, nor is behind
108:26,054[A  ]| Britannia for$4$ her bravery or force.
108:26,055[A  ]| Imperial state, majestic like$4$ her name,
108:26,056[A  ]| Reigns in$4$ each motion and does nobly show
108:26,057[A  ]| Her just disdain of an invading foe
108:26,058[A  ]| That$6#1$ dares affront her country or her fame.
108:26,059[A  ]| Next her the Phoenix London booms along,
108:26,060[A  ]| The lofty theme of a famed laureate's song,
108:26,061[A  ]| That$6#1$ like$4$ great Maro best could treat of kings
108:26,062[A  ]| And write in$4$ mighty numbers mighty things.
108:26,063[A  ]| The great St*Andrew too in$4$ equal rank
108:26,064[A  ]| Exalts her glittering prow,
108:26,065[A  ]| Proud of her walls of oak and death-defying plank,
108:26,066[A  ]| Although they never did in$4$ Scotland grow;
108:26,067[A  ]| And lastly, to$9$ fill up$5$ the glorious line,
108:26,068[A  ]| The blessed St*Michael, like$4$ her name divine,
108:26,069[A  ]| Crowned with auspicious fortune comes,
108:26,070[A  ]| Gallia's inveterate foe and Rome's:
108:26,071[A  ]| For$3$ as the conquering archangel fought
108:26,072[A  ]| And the hellish dragon to$4$ confusion brought
108:26,073[A  ]| That$6#1$ over mankind so$5#1$ prosperously prevails,
108:26,074[A  ]| So$3$ is she doomed to$9$ rout and quell the dragon of Versailles.
108:26,075[A  ]| And after these, with spreading sails, appear
108:26,076[A  ]| More wonders moving in$4$ a lower sphere:
108:26,077[A  ]| A noble fleet of second and third rates,
108:26,078[A  ]| Our cause's bulwarks and the state's,
108:26,079[A  ]| That$6#1$ our best blood of English bear,
108:26,080[A  ]| Heroes that$6#1$ hold their honour as a gem
108:26,081[A  ]| Of rich, and of unprized esteem,
108:26,082[A  ]| And weigh each vessel that$6#1$ for$4$ empire strives,
108:26,083[A  ]| Dear as their darling lives.
108:26,084[A  ]| The glorious Neptune and the Vanguard bold,
108:26,085[A  ]| The Sandwich famed for$4$ bravery of old,
108:26,086[A  ]| The Royal*Duke and valiant Ossory,
108:26,087[A  ]| The beauteous Duchess, mistress of the sea,
108:26,088[A  ]| The Dreadnought and the Restoration, 
108:26,089[A  ]| The Resolution, sworn to$9$ right the nation,
108:26,090[A  ]| And next, as good as ever did sails unfurl,
108:26,091[A  ]| The great restorer of a crown, the loyal Albermarle.
108:26,092[A  ]| With many more, sacred in$4$ deathless fame,
108:26,093[A  ]| And in$4$ their brave commanders blessed,
108:26,094[A  ]| That$6#1$ scorn to$9$ play the last years' wretched game
108:26,095[A  ]| Or sell their honour for$4$ base interest.
108:26,096[A  ]| A noble courage swells each martial heart
108:26,097[A  ]| Whilst even each coward, charmed with secret shame,
108:26,098[A  ]| Grows stout in$4$ spite of fear and acts a hero's part
108:26,099[A  ]| To$9$ right his country and redeem his fame.
108:26,100[A  ]| The hated thought of Gallic tyranny
108:26,101[A  ]| In$4$ every freeborn English soul
108:26,102[A  ]| Will$1$ just resentment raise to$4$ a degree
108:26,103[A  ]| That$6#1$ all such baseness must control.
108:26,104[A  ]| And as we of a noble Roman read,
108:26,105[A  ]| Who$6#2$, that$3$ his country might be freed,
108:26,106[A  ]| Bravely adventured, though without reward,
108:26,107[A  ]| To$9$ stab a tyrant amongst all his guard,
108:26,108[A  ]| So$3$ rather than the French command our sea,
108:26,109[A  ]| Or in$4$ sweet Albion plant their hated colony,
108:26,110[A  ]| From out our navy or our power at land,
108:26,111[A  ]| Some son of fame, some glorious hand
108:26,112[A  ]| No$2$ doubt the sacred steel with draw
108:26,113[A  ]| And gloriously acquire the name of English Scaevola.
108:26,114[A  ]| Thus in$4$ an intellectual vision lost, 
108:26,115[A  ]| My senses charmed with the enchanting view,
108:26,116[A  ]| A scene to$9$ equal which$6#1$ Apelles never could boast,
108:26,117[A  ]| And mighty Titian never drew;
108:26,118[A  ]| Whilst long with pleasure sated I surveyed
108:26,119[A  ]| The dazzling glory of the sea
108:26,120[A  ]| Where naval pomp in$4$ splendour lay
108:26,121[A  ]| And English grandeur was at large displayed,
108:26,122[A  ]| Methought the watery god in$4$ state 
108:26,123[A  ]| Drew near the royal fleet
108:26,124[A  ]| And with a grace majestic seemed to$9$ greet
108:26,125[A  ]| Her that$6#1$ was honoured with his name and we have mentioned late.
108:26,126[A  ]| His numerous train of lesser deities,
108:26,127[A  ]| Around his shelly chariot rolled.
108:26,128[A  ]| The winds were hushed, and not a breeze
108:26,129[A  ]| Durst be so$5#1$ bold
108:26,130[A  ]| To$9$ move the silent waves; but now as if his power
108:26,131[A  ]| Had doomed the marine world to$9$ rest that$6#2$ happy hour,
108:26,132[A  ]| No$2$ sound was heard through all his scaly guard 9du*coeur.
108:26,133[A  ]| On$4$ a high rock that$6#1$ dashed with waves had stood
108:26,134[A  ]| Ever since the almighty fiat made the sea,
108:26,135[A  ]| And stemmed the shock of the tempestuous flood,
108:26,136[A  ]| At whose deep root old father Ocean lay
108:26,137[A  ]| And to$4$ a hollow cell had carved his wondrous way,
108:26,138[A  ]| Neptune advances, and to$4$ the aged sire
108:26,139[A  ]| (Whom joy uncommon did inspire
108:26,140[A  ]| To$9$ see the seas' triumphant god
108:26,141[A  ]| Honour the place of his abode)
108:26,142[A  ]| Waving his sacred trident, the father graced
108:26,143[A  ]| And on$4$ the rock's least craggy part upon$4$ his right hand placed;
108:26,144[A  ]| Then full of oracle the profound silence broke
108:26,145[A  ]| And thus of his loved Albion with divine fury spoke.
108:26,146@b   | "O thou, the garden of the universe,
108:26,147@b   | Whose fame the songs of angels might disperse
108:26,148@b   | And bards divine, where wit is most extreme,
108:26,149@b   | And merit wreaths of laurel, from the mighty theme;
108:26,150@b   | Thou lovely park where herds of kings may dwell
108:26,151@b   | Paled in$5$ with sea, and be invincible:
108:26,152@b   | Thou blissful seat, which$6#1$ the eternal made
108:26,153@b   | (Untired with the creating trade)
108:26,154@b   | Before the coarser mould had its decree
108:26,155@b   | To$9$ form the common herb or flower or tree,
108:26,156@b   | How oft from my profound recess below
108:26,157@b   | Did I my sorrow show,
108:26,158@b   | Sorrow as great as possible could be,
108:26,159@b   | When pity moves a deity,
108:26,160@b   | To$9$ see my darling Britain, my loved isle,
108:26,161@b   | Grow so$5#1$ degenerate and vile,
108:26,162@b   | Sickening with sloth and baneful luxury?
108:26,163@b   | Her credit lost to$4$ a degree
108:26,164@b   | Of cowardice and gross stupidity,
108:26,165@b   | Whilst her insulting neighbour potent grows,
108:26,166@b   | And her once petty foes
108:26,167@b   | That$6#1$ some few ages past
108:26,168@b   | Gladly a peace with her embraced,
108:26,169@b   | Whom her immortal kings in$4$ former times
108:26,170@b   | Have conquered in$4$ their native climes,
108:26,171@b   | Took royal prisoners in$4$ the field
108:26,172@b   | And to$4$ their own conditions made them yield,
108:26,173@b   | And from the glittering banner of their crown
108:26,174@b   | Taken the impress to$9$ adorn her own,
108:26,175@b   | Now, by$4$ her sloth undone and treachery,
108:26,176@b   | Her schism, rebellion and impiety,
108:26,177@b   | And by$4$ neglect in$4$ war so$5#1$ long remiss,
108:26,178@b   | Have given her foes hope to$9$ possess
108:26,179@b   | And her substantial lions win for$4$ the titular fleur*de*lis.
108:26,180@b   | Redeem, redeem thy wretched loss of time;
108:26,181@b   | Redeem thy honour, mouldering as the grave:
108:26,182@b   | No$2$ longer doze and hug thy sluggish crime
108:26,183@b   | But rouse and sinking credit save.
108:26,184@b   | The destinies are kind, the book of fate is fair;
108:26,185@b   | No$2$ blotted omen does appear;
108:26,186@b   | But influence benevolent crowns the auspicious year.
108:26,187@b   | Thy wealth is mighty and thy navy great;
108:26,188@b   | And blushing victory seems to$9$ wait
108:26,189@b   | As pre-ordained by$4$ Fate.
108:26,190@b   | The powers too of my empire all agree,
108:26,191@b   | From the vast caverns of unfathomed sea,
108:26,192@b   | To$9$ assist Britain's cause, espoused by$4$ me.
108:26,193@b   | The waves shall mount and winds shall rage,
108:26,194@b   | Rough Boreas shall the foe engage,
108:26,195@b   | Who$6#1$ tossed in$4$ fatal storms shall scatter far
108:26,196@b   | Or blindly on$4$ themselves make war,
108:26,197@b   | Whilst Zephyrus and every gentle wind
108:26,198@b   | Still to$4$ thy fleet propitious are and kind,
108:26,199@b   | And on$4$ my watery plain shall safely ride
108:26,200@b   | Untroubled with a ruffling storm or with a rolling tide.
108:26,201@b   | And as the natives on$4$ thy chalky shore
108:26,202@b   | Behold with joy thy naval power,
108:26,203@b   | Greater than Britain ever could boast before,
108:26,204@b   | Who$6#1$ if they loyal service pay
108:26,205@b   | And take no$2$ bribes their country to$9$ betray
108:26,206@b   | Are strong enough to$9$ gain a universal sway,
108:26,207@b   | So$3$, Fame, through thy perspective, let them see
108:26,208@b   | Albion's felicity,
108:26,209@b   | Fixed in$4$ her present monarchs' bravery.
108:26,210@b   | Royal Nassau, of whom to$9$ write is vain,
108:26,211@b   | It would blunt the ablest pen and crack the soundest brain.
108:26,212@b   | The extreme of thought, adorned with nicest wit,
108:26,213@b   | His character has never writ:
108:26,214@b   | Describe all good they can they must leave something yet.
108:26,215@b   | Call him deliverer, let Eusebia kneel,
108:26,216@b   | And show the wounds she did so$5#1$ lately feel,
108:26,217@b   | Unveil the bleeding breast his sovereign balm did heal,
108:26,218@b   | And then in$4$ prayer her grateful homage show,
108:26,219@b   | Still it is a sacrifice too low;
108:26,220@b   | Or style him pious, generous, valiant wise,
108:26,221@b   | Who$6#1$ beyond Virgil's muse or soaring Pindar's flies,
108:26,222@b   | Will$1$ reach his fame no$2$ more than molehills do the skies.
108:26,223@b   | Strict moral virtue does his breast control,
108:26,224@b   | And there reigns in$4$ him a true kingly soul,
108:26,225@b   | Not swayed by$4$ avarice or luxury,
108:26,226@b   | Tyrannic lust nor poor dogmatic bigotry,
108:26,227@b   | But firm to$4$ honour, true to$4$ his great trust,
108:26,228@b   | And to$4$ the meanest of his subjects just.
108:26,229@b   | In$4$ time of war none readier than he
108:26,230@b   | To$9$ hazard life in$4$ the field or launch to$4$ sea:
108:26,231@b   | The hunt of glory is his chief delight,
108:26,232@b   | But careful that$3$ his cause is right,
108:26,233@b   | Upon$4$ French principles great Nassau will$1$ not fight;
108:26,234@b   | But on$4$ just motives with the first go on$5$,
108:26,235@b   | And face the worst of dangers, like$4$ each private man;
108:26,236@b   | His royal heart mix with the common file:
108:26,237@b   | Nor will$1$ he wear the wreath, unless he share the toil.
108:26,238@b   | But to$9$ retrieve the glory of his nation,
108:26,239@b   | Still pushes forward on$4$ each brave occasion,
108:26,240@b   | And his successful valour proves divine predestination.
108:26,000['  ]| <Part Two>
108:26,241@b   | Next reverend father, lift thy eyes
108:26,242@b   | And if the aged optics of thy sight 
108:26,243@b   | Can bear a ray so$5#1$ bright,
108:26,244@b   | As never yet was rivalled in$4$ the skies,
108:26,245@b   | See Gloriana sighing on$4$ the throne;
108:26,246@b   | Her royal lord, the faith's defender, gone.
108:26,247@b   | Observe how filial piety,
108:26,248@b   | Loaded with state and sovereign dignity,
108:26,249@b   | The weighty pressure of a crown,
108:26,250@b   | The people's satisfaction, not her own,
108:26,251@b   | Disturbs her sacred rest; and anxious care,
108:26,252@b   | Inveterate foe to$4$ all the fair,
108:26,253@b   | In$4$ the midst of her feigned smiles still sits as chief 
108:26,254@b   | And shows true beauty in$4$ a shroud of grief.
108:26,255@b   | See how the scale of justice wisely she commands
108:26,256@b   | And holds the sword with guiltless hands
108:26,257@b   | A perfect angel in$4$ a double kind,
108:26,258@b   | For$4$ outward grace and virtues of her mind,
108:26,259@b   | Her heart with care of her great charge oppressed
108:26,260@b   | Still throbs within her heavenly breast.
108:26,261@b   | She wishes peace, but ah! it will$1$ not be:
108:26,262@b   | The land's contagion spreads to$4$ that$6#2$ degree,
108:26,263@b   | It is only war can cure the heated malady.
108:26,264@b   | Yet, in$4$ the midst of war's alarms,
108:26,265@b   | Its hourly terrors and impending harms,
108:26,266@b   | That$6#1$ discompose her mighty soul
108:26,267@b   | And over all delights control,
108:26,268@b   | Her influencing eyes are still the same
108:26,269@b   | And with their usual lustre flame:
108:26,270@b   | Her face is all serene and fair,
108:26,271@b   | And though Bellona may appear,
108:26,272@b   | Warring within her troubled heart, Love keeps his revels there.
108:26,273@b   | Her sister in$4$ the next bright sphere does move,
108:26,274@b   | Twin-like in$4$ virtue, piety and love;
108:26,275@b   | The happy mother to$4$ a brood of kings,
108:26,276@b   | That$6#1$ shall in$4$ future times do wondrous things:
108:26,277@b   | And as like$4$ heaven-born sisters they agree
108:26,278@b   | In$4$ all the points of sacred amity,
108:26,279@b   | So$3$ choicest blessings Providence bestows,
108:26,280@b   | And though in$4$ different gifts an equal bounty shows.
108:26,281@b   | To$4$ one a glorious diadem,
108:26,282@b   | To$4$ the other an unvalued gem,
108:26,283@b   | A happy son, a young illustrious prince,
108:26,284@b   | That$6#1$ when the Gallic insolence
108:26,285@b   | Shall cool and mighty William's annals fill
108:26,286@b   | With histories of conquests there, as I presage they will$1$,
108:26,287@b   | Shall march with his brave sire, the royal Dane,
108:26,288@b   | To$9$ summon Normandy, Poicteu and Maine,
108:26,289@b   | And, as our once known ancient right, Anjou and Aquitaine.
108:26,290@b   | From such an uncle, such a father too,
108:26,291@b   | That$6#1$ glory's brightest pride pursue
108:26,292@b   | What may we not expect,
108:26,293@b   | When they our arms direct?
108:26,294@b   | What from their conduct may not Albion do?
108:26,295@b   | The first his royal word esteems beyond a crown,
108:26,296@b   | And by$4$ their words good monarchs best are known.
108:26,297@b   | Nor can a king's divinity be true
108:26,298@b   | Unless word be not sacred too.
108:26,299@b   | This, this is Caesar's maxim, he who$6#1$ now commands
108:26,300@b   | The boldest sons of fame in$4$ foreign lands,
108:26,301@b   | Whilst Denmark's noble prince as bravely here
108:26,302@b   | Offers his blood, and rather than not bear
108:26,303@b   | In$4$ Britain's danger or its fame a share,
108:26,304@b   | Resolves to$9$ engage at sea a royal volunteer.
108:26,305[A  ]| Thus spoke the Marine God, and all around,
108:26,306[A  ]| From the rocks' hollow cells and deeps profound,
108:26,307[A  ]| The listening Tritons rise, and shelly trumpets sound,
108:26,308[A  ]| Attended with a numerous train
108:26,309[A  ]| Of scaly mobile of the Main,
108:26,310[A  ]| Who$6#1$ swam in$4$ crowds to$9$ see that$6#2$ pompous show,
108:26,311[A  ]| A glorious city made of castles, flow;
108:26,312[A  ]| Then bloated with the news,
108:26,313[A  ]| Down to$4$ their mansion ooze,
108:26,314[A  ]| And distant fry, with joy return again.
108:26,315[A  ]| But amongst all that$6#1$ Neptune's speech had heard,
108:26,316[A  ]| And in$4$ attention had revered,
108:26,317[A  ]| Hoary Oceanus sat with most regard:
108:26,318[A  ]| His awful counsellor and friend,
108:26,319[A  ]| That$6#1$ long since had his favour gained,
108:26,320[A  ]| For$4$ grateful service in$4$ his love,
108:26,321[A  ]| When Ampitrite first did his heart's passion move:
108:26,322[A  ]| Who$6#1$ as she at the foot of Atlas sat,
108:26,323[A  ]| Priding herself in$4$ her free virgin state,
108:26,324[A  ]| Was by$4$ her grandsire snatched away,
108:26,325[A  ]| And on$4$ a dolphin forced to$9$ ride
108:26,326[A  ]| Through the vast empire of the sea
108:26,327[A  ]| To$9$ be debauched into a bribe.
108:26,328[A  ]| He, till the marine deity had done
108:26,329[A  ]| His late admired oration,
108:26,330[A  ]| Withheld his smothering griefs; but now,
108:26,331[A  ]| Sighs taking vent, his bosom large did grow
108:26,332[A  ]| With sorrows, that$6#1$ he could no$2$ longer tame;
108:26,333[A  ]| Which$6#1$ from his swelling breast at last thus broke into a flame.
108:26,334@c   | "Great king of boundless floods, to$4$ whom was given
108:26,335@c   | Not only the great empire of the sea,
108:26,336@c   | But as a more peculiar lot from Heaven,
108:26,337@c   | A wisdom large as thy imperial sway:
108:26,338@c   | Though happy Albion in$4$ thy favour blest,
108:26,339@c   | Above all nations may exalt her head,
108:26,340@c   | A secret pang torments my breast
108:26,341@c   | To$9$ see how spiritless and dead
108:26,342@c   | The natives are that$6#1$ throng her chalky shore,
108:26,343@c   | And how unlike their brood of heroes heretofore.
108:26,344@c   | Glory was once the subject of their arms,
108:26,345@c   | But now for$4$ interest each faction swarms,
108:26,346@c   | And honour which$6#1$ each noble bosom swayed,
108:26,347@c   | For$3$ gold is bartered and become a trade.
108:26,348@c   | Nay, even religion grows sophisticate,
108:26,349@c   | And base dissenting schism of late,
108:26,350@c   | With errors jarring, set them all at strife;
108:26,351@c   | They preach up$5$ the other, but they love this life.
108:26,352@c   | Even the most reverend of the sacred mystery
108:26,353@c   | The weakest eyes may plainly see,
108:26,354@c   | Not proof against the luscious bait of tempting dignity.
108:26,355@c   | Why, since their soul and flocks should be their care,
108:26,356@c   | Should worldly accidents their bosoms share,
108:26,357@c   | And sordid lucre take possession there?
108:26,358@c   | At least whilst sacred Providence
108:26,359@c   | Allows a proper competence,
108:26,360@c   | Why should their obstinate and stubborn will$0$
108:26,361@c   | Occasion to$4$ their country so$5#1$ much ill
108:26,362@c   | As in$4$ their cause, to$9$ make vile feuds increase,
108:26,363@c   | And they themselves renounce the type of apostolic peace?
108:26,364@c   | In$4$ court too, it is the same:
108:26,365@c   | Few there by$4$ virtue purchase fame,
108:26,366@c   | But he that$6#1$ best can overreach, best plays the courtiers' game.
108:26,367@c   | The politician tires his brains
108:26,368@c   | But for$4$ his own peculiar gains;
108:26,369@c   | His country's cause might sink, lost be the state,
108:26,370@c   | Had he not some by-ends of being great.
108:26,371@c   | Or should we search the lawyers' honesty
108:26,372@c   | In$4$ knavish courts of common pleas, or cozening chancery,
108:26,373@c   | You would find integrity appear
108:26,374@c   | The worst of all the causes there;
108:26,375@c   | Rich Mammon's business shall not go amiss,
108:26,376@c   | But poor Philemon sues 7in*forma*pauperis,
108:26,377@c   | And though his worth be great, shall seldom draw
108:26,378@c   | To$9$ aid him the compassion of the law.
108:26,379@c   | In$4$ love too we the same defects behold:
108:26,380@c   | Hearts now are bought and sold.
108:26,381@c   | The man of sense, alas! in$4$ vain does woo:
108:26,382@c   | Dull ignorance with gold can virtue far outdo,
108:26,383@c   | Be merit never so$5#1$ great, or passion never so$5#1$ true.
108:26,384@c   | Cynthia still chooses wealthiest men;
108:26,385@c   | The ill-fated fair one never looks within,
108:26,386@c   | Never asks, how worthy, but how great?
108:26,387@c   | What qualities, but what estate?
108:26,388@c   | And though of gifts of fortune she is possessed
108:26,389@c   | (Enough to$9$ make some man of merit blessed,
108:26,390@c   | Who$6#1$ would in$4$ grateful service waste his life
108:26,391@c   | To$9$ oblige so$5#1$ generous a wife,
108:26,392@c   | And happiness that$6#2$ way secure
108:26,393@c   | Which$6#1$ the rich husband's gold can never assure),
108:26,394@c   | Yet land and titles bear the sway,
108:26,395@c   | Cynthia does Avarice obey,
108:26,396@c   | And in$4$ her eye, how poorly does appear
108:26,397@c   | A thousand virtues, when compared to$4$ a thousand pounds a year.
108:26,398@c   | In$4$ all degrees of frail humanity
108:26,399@c   | There must great errors be;
108:26,400@c   | But ah, my aged sight in$4$ tears is lost
108:26,401@c   | To$9$ think that$3$ Albion bears the most:
108:26,402@c   | The quality of every strange offence
108:26,403@c   | So$3$ much enrages Providence,
108:26,404@c   | That$3$ mercy after crimes so$5#1$ base
108:26,405@c   | Seems imposition upon$4$ heavenly grace.
108:26,406@c   | Observe what jars, the bane of all content,
108:26,407@c   | Amongst themselves her sons foment:
108:26,408@c   | Discord, that$6#1$ ushers doubts and fears,
108:26,409@c   | Is all the harmony she hears,
108:26,410@c   | And hated broils between friend and friend
108:26,411@c   | Brings each successive day to$4$ its sad end.
108:26,412@c   | Cursed Bigotry began the play,
108:26,413@c   | Then Revolution changed the scene
108:26,414@c   | And brought a happy freedom in$5$
108:26,415@c   | Till stubborn Pride turned it a tragic way
108:26,416@c   | And proved the humour of each native there,
108:26,417@c   | Just like$4$ the nature of the clime and air.
108:26,418@c   | For$3$ as the weather instantly
108:26,419@c   | Can change from hot to$4$ cold, from moist to$4$ dry,
108:26,420@c   | So$3$ they from rebels can turn loyal men,
108:26,421@c   | Set up$5$ a king, and prove his right,
108:26,422@c   | And for$4$ him vote, and for$4$ him fight,
108:26,423@c   | And at the least disgust can rebels turn again.
108:26,424@c   | Meantime whilst schisms possess our frantic brains,
108:26,425@c   | His ends the Gallic tyrant gains:
108:26,426@c   | He the rich prize away does bear
108:26,427@c   | For$4$ which$6#1$ we one another tear.
108:26,428@c   | What can this mighty navy do
108:26,429@c   | If only opulent in$4$ show?
108:26,430@c   | If Treason skulking lies within
108:26,431@c   | And they forget the name of English men,
108:26,432@c   | A scene of glory they may idly boast
108:26,433@c   | But see with shame their country lost.
108:26,434@c   | In$4$ the contrary, if loyal Virtue
108:26,435@c   | Warms their valiant hearts, and they dare use their arms,
108:26,436@c   | If they the difference can see
108:26,437@c   | Between freeborn right and slavery,
108:26,438@c   | The French may well repent their insolence once more,
108:26,439@c   | And never hope to$9$ adorn their brows with laurels from our shore.
108:26,440[A  ]| Thus spoke the reverend father, to$4$ whom straight
108:26,441[A  ]| The awful God replied:
108:26,442@b   | "Well has thy tongue described poor Albion's state
108:26,443@b   | And cause of Gallic pride;
108:26,444@b   | But now in$4$ great Nassaw's illustrious reign,
108:26,445@b   | The martial genius does return again,
108:26,446@b   | Her sons no$2$ longer lazy peace esteem,
108:26,447@b   | The souls of Edward and great Henry live in$4$ him.
108:26,448@b   | Henry and William fated are the same:
108:26,449@b   | There is a prophetic force even in$4$ the name
108:26,450@b   | Which$6#1$ does mysteriously show
108:26,451@b   | The latter like$4$ the first shall conquer too.
108:26,452@b   | Time lately was when sloth and ease
108:26,453@b   | (The poison to$4$ their English blood,
108:26,454@b   | And cursed destroyer of their good,
108:26,455@b   | Worse than the plague) was their disease;
108:26,456@b   | But now their fortune rises to$4$ a nobler height,
108:26,457@b   | Under great William prosperously they fight.
108:26,458@b   | Bigoted rulers their disgrace still brings,
108:26,459@b   | The dull and tame,
108:26,460@b   | Never reach to$4$ fame,
108:26,461@b   | A martial race thrive best with martial kings.
108:26,462@b   | So$3$, as in$4$ Numa's sluggish reign
108:26,463@b   | Forgetful Rome dissolved in$4$ ease,
108:26,464@b   | The valiant Ancus did her fame regain
108:26,465@b   | And war succeeded drowsy peace.
108:26,466@b   | Their brave new monarch a fresh game began,
108:26,467@b   | And boldly led the Latins on$5$;
108:26,468@b   | Glory renewed, the haughty Gauls did bow.
108:26,469@b   | So$5#1$ armed with strong fidelity,
108:26,470@b   | Their troops on$4$ shore, and power at sea,
108:26,471@b   | Courage that$6#1$ shall in$4$ fight renew,
108:26,472@b   | And my auspicious blessing too,
108:26,473@b   | As powerful Rome did then, shall mighty Albion now."
108:26,474[A  ]| Thus ending with an air divinely great,
108:26,475[A  ]| The deity rose up$5$ and blessed the fleet,
108:26,476[A  ]| At which$6#1$ the sea-gods from the shore,
108:26,477[A  ]| The blessing twice repeating over,
108:26,478[A  ]| With shouts confirmed, and the chariot straight prepare;
108:26,479[A  ]| For$3$ now the sultry air
108:26,480[A  ]| Began to$9$ offend the scaly fry,
108:26,481[A  ]| And Nereids gasping fret, for$4$ fear their fins should dry.
108:26,482[A  ]| Their monarch plunging through the sea
108:26,483[A  ]| Down to$4$ his palace, drives a long mysterious way,
108:26,484[A  ]| Through watery provinces where Nature lies
108:26,485[A  ]| Amongst undiscovered rarities;
108:26,486[A  ]| Oceanus too, on$4$ his sea pacer placed,
108:26,487[A  ]| To$4$ his low home made haste,
108:26,488[A  ]| Who$6#1$, whilst the attending train each to$4$ his mansion dives,
108:26,489[A  ]| Full forty thousand fathom deep the sire at last arrives.
108:26,000[A  ]| <THIS IS THE END>