201:00,000[' ]| 201:01,000@@@@@| <"Ossory" text now complete: 24.4.96> 201:01,000[A ]| 201:01,001[A ]| To$4$ worthies dead we shrines and altars give; 201:01,002[A ]| The temple is but building whilst they live. 201:01,003[A ]| True greatness is a pile does daily rise 201:01,004[A ]| Till its last pinnacle has kissed the skies; 201:01,005[A ]| Then, fixed as Fate, the unshaken columns hold, 201:01,006[A ]| The fabric strongest when the cement is cold. 201:01,007[A ]| Here, sacred shade, our just devotion flies, 201:01,008[A ]| The saint commences when the hero dies, 201:01,009[A ]| Whilst the incense of our vows thus late aspires, 201:01,010[A ]| Perfumed and lighted at thy funeral fires. 201:01,011[A ]| But would we pay thee ought that$6#1$ is worthy thee, 201:01,012[A ]| Thy own memorials must the oblation be. 201:01,013[A ]| The Persians thus did their sun's altar store 201:01,014[A ]| With loads of precious fragrant gums, no$2$ more 201:01,015[A ]| Than what his beams had made so$5#1$ sweet before. 201:01,016[A ]| But are these pious rites our only due? 201:01,017[A ]| No$7$; with our prayers we have execrations too 201:01,018[A ]| Against that$6#2$ Fate which$6#1$ has our hopes undone, 201:01,019[A ]| Making us wretched and thee blessed too soon. 201:01,020[A ]| O drive that$6#2$ dismal scene of horror hence! 201:01,021[A ]| It will$1$ break all numbers and dissolve all sense. 201:01,022[A ]| Ye jocund peaceful choir, if such you be, 201:01,023[A ]| For$3$ ill should harmony with woes agree, 201:01,024[A ]| Ye powerful nine, obeyed through the vast ALL, 201:01,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ both the unborn and dead to$4$ life can call, 201:01,026[A ]| To$4$ forms you bodies give; at whose command, 201:01,027[A ]| Past, present, and to$9$ come, walk hand in$4$ hand, 201:01,028[A ]| Whilst Time at once to$4$ both its poles you see 201:01,029[A ]| Standing the Janus to$4$ eternity: 201:01,030[A ]| Assist us with your intellectual light, 201:01,031[A ]| Present the living hero to$4$ our fight. 201:01,032[A ]| O let his old majestic form arise 201:01,033[A ]| And flash amazement in$4$ bold gazers' eyes, 201:01,034[A ]| As if his hand still the same trident bore 201:01,035[A ]| When Charles his thunder shook the Belgic shore, 201:01,036[A ]| Whilst Ossory within his floating walls, 201:01,037[A ]| His valiant sea-born sons to$4$ honour calls; 201:01,038[A ]| Or let him against the insulting Gallic foe 201:01,039[A ]| Through lanes of death to$4$ mouths of cannons go, 201:01,040[A ]| Then turn their roaring throats to$4$ their own dooms, 201:01,041[A ]| Through their own hearts unload their sulphurous wombs. 201:01,042[A ]| So$5#2$ Jupiter struck a bold giant dead, 201:01,043[A ]| Dashed his hurled mountains back on$4$ his own head, 201:01,044[A ]| Whilst to$4$ his buried foes at once he gave 201:01,045[A ]| In$4$ their own arms, both a defeat, and grave. 201:01,046[A ]| Yet hold my hand! How daring is this essay! 201:01,047[A ]| O couldst thou, Fancy, his true painter play! 201:01,048[A ]| Be masterly each touch; paint, as he fights, 201:01,049[A ]| Bold be thy strokes; let all his picture's lights 201:01,050[A ]| Be thunder; desolation every shade: 201:01,051[A ]| Such were the colours which$6#1$ his pencil laid; 201:01,052[A ]| Whilst with his sword the dazzling piece he drew, 201:01,053[A ]| And then at Charles his feet the landscape threw. 201:01,054[A ]| At Charles his feet: Charles was his polar star, 201:01,055[A ]| All his ambitions circle centred there; 201:01,056[A ]| His loyalty and courage were so$5#1$ paired 201:01,057[A ]| As if one motion and one life they shared. 201:01,058[A ]| His glory and his prince's interest 201:01,059[A ]| Inseparably at once so$5#1$ filled his breast 201:01,060[A ]| That$3$ when his soul, big with a thought divine, 201:01,061[A ]| Quickened and swelled with some sublime design, 201:01,062[A ]| Whilst in$4$ his brain the mighty embryo lay 201:01,063[A ]| And called the God of Fire to$9$ make it way, 201:01,064[A ]| Before the great Minerva could come forth, 201:01,065[A ]| The half-born form teemed with a second birth, 201:01,066[A ]| Felt through the mass a generating flame, 201:01,067[A ]| And straight impregnated with Charles his fame: 201:01,068[A ]| From its great parent sprung, like$4$ light from fire, 201:01,069[A ]| At the same moment born the offspring and the sire. 201:01,070[A ]| So$5#1$ joined their source, so$5#1$ undistinguished lay, 201:01,071[A ]| Not the attributes of Heaven more linked than they: 201:01,072[A ]| As indivisible to$4$ thought or sense 201:01,073[A ]| As infinite is from omnipotence; 201:01,074[A ]| Nay, and to$9$ make the royal union knit, 201:01,075[A ]| If possible, more close, more sacred yet, 201:01,076[A ]| His loyalties foundation stronger laid: 201:01,077[A ]| The worship of his God the cement made. 201:01,078[A ]| With his King's cause, to$4$ his religion vowed, 201:01,079[A ]| Joined in$4$ his prayers he at his altars bowed; 201:01,080[A ]| So$5#1$ ardent did his winged devotion come, 201:01,081[A ]| Not Hannibal a more sworn foe to$4$ Rome. 201:01,082[A ]| Here could some bolder labouring Muse stand forth, 201:01,083[A ]| Big with all Pluto's secrets at one birth, 201:01,084[A ]| Down to$4$ the abyss of Envy's mansion go 201:01,085[A ]| And with her Heaven-born sisters dive so$5#1$ low; 201:01,086[A ]| Join all your keen iambics, mix your gall, 201:01,087[A ]| And in$4$ poetic rage turn Furies all. 201:01,088[A ]| Then paint some cursed obdurate infidel, 201:01,089[A ]| That$6#2$ venom-mouthed and snarling dog of Hell; 201:01,090[A ]| Paint his polluted hands of that$6#2$ black taint 201:01,091[A ]| So$5#1$ pitchy, as would even defile a saint; 201:01,092[A ]| In$4$ his own sables be the fiend arrayed, 201:01,093[A ]| In$4$ wilful ignorance's massy shade, 201:01,094[A ]| Gross as God's plague to$4$ Pharoah's hardened spite, 201:01,095[A ]| More solid darkness than Egyptian night. 201:01,096[A ]| Then let us the conspiring monster view 201:01,097[A ]| In$4$ consult with his own infernal crew; 201:01,098[A ]| In$4$ his infatuated blindness frame 201:01,099[A ]| A stain to$4$ Ossory's immortal name. 201:01,100[A ]| Here Heaven, as he would thine, his quarrel take, 201:01,101[A ]| And let his wrongs thy justest vengeance wake. 201:01,102[A ]| O let not profanation swell too much, 201:01,103[A ]| So$5#1$ near an image of thyself to$9$ touch, 201:01,104[A ]| To$9$ charge the abject hypocrite so$5#1$ foul 201:01,105[A ]| And mean a thought to$4$ so$5#1$ sublime a soul. 201:01,106[A ]| A soul that$6#1$ would the least contagion fly: 201:01,107[A ]| So$5#1$ pure a crystal holds no$2$ poisonous dye. 201:01,108[A ]| O that$3$ an unbelief or doubt should rise 201:01,109[A ]| Where so$5#1$ much honour shined to$9$ uncloud their eyes! 201:01,110[A ]| But why so$5#1$ vain a wish in$4$ his defence? 201:01,111[A ]| As from brutality, belief or sense 201:01,112[A ]| To$4$ apostate frenzy so$5#1$ entirely given, 201:01,113[A ]| They would want them even to$4$ miracles from Heaven. 201:01,114[A ]| Alas, how stingless does their malice fall: 201:01,115[A ]| Thy truth to$4$ Charles and Heaven surmounts it all, 201:01,116[A ]| And to$4$ a hand so$5#1$ tried and truth so$5#1$ known, 201:01,117[A ]| So$5#1$ popular no$2$ virtue ever shone. 201:01,118[A ]| Thy King, his royal standard borne by$4$ thee, 201:01,119[A ]| Could not want swords, nor they want victory; 201:01,120[A ]| Thy name would rouse all hearts: so$5#1$ strange a charm 201:01,121[A ]| Lodged in$4$ a banner waved by$4$ Ossory's arm. 201:01,122[A ]| So$5#1$ far his loud-tongued call of glory spread, 201:01,123[A ]| Scarce the last trumpet is found more heard, or more obeyed, 201:01,124[A ]| And strengthened with a power great as his will$0$; 201:01,125[A ]| With ease he could resolve, with ease fulfil. 201:01,126[A ]| In$4$ conduct and in$4$ policies of war 201:01,127[A ]| His judgement shot so$5#1$ quick and pierced so$5#1$ far, 201:01,128[A ]| His great elixirs to$4$ perfection came 201:01,129[A ]| At the first heat of his refining flame. 201:01,130[A ]| Thus did Apollo's heavenly sister shine 201:01,131[A ]| At once for$4$ wisdom, and for$4$ war, divine. 201:01,132[A ]| In$4$ the adored Pallas they comprised his charms, 201:01,133[A ]| Assigned one godhead both to$4$ arts and arms. 201:01,134[A ]| Yet did not here his own illustrious toils 201:01,135[A ]| Fill his great soul? Renown in$4$ humbler spoils 201:01,136[A ]| Was welcome there, whilst his expanded breast 201:01,137[A ]| Had boundless room for$4$ every warlike guest. 201:01,138[A ]| True valour was his only favourite; 201:01,139[A ]| The gallant and the bold, his whole delight, 201:01,140[A ]| Flowed to$4$ his arms like$4$ rivers through the world; 201:01,141[A ]| Whilst, in$4$ his ocean mixed, the embracing billows curled. 201:01,142[A ]| Honour he cherished, but he taught it first, 201:01,143[A ]| And loved the nonage of that$6#2$ worth he nursed. 201:01,144[A ]| So$3$ the fierce monarch of the savage kind, 201:01,145[A ]| His own full strength for$4$ bolder deaths designed, 201:01,146[A ]| Hugged his dear cub when flushed in$4$ blood he lay, 201:01,147[A ]| Though his young paws grasped but a bleating prey. 201:01,148[A ]| Nor did they only share his smiles in$4$ war, 201:01,149[A ]| For$3$ still the brave were his eternal care: 201:01,150[A ]| He was their general, and patron too, 201:01,151[A ]| No$2$ father half so$5#1$ kind, no$2$ friend so$5#1$ true. 201:01,152[A ]| When in$4$ the field his martial eagles flew, 201:01,153[A ]| Under their wings to$4$ conquest led them on$5$, 201:01,154[A ]| And lent them refuge underneath his own, 201:01,155[A ]| Protecting still that$6#2$ worth he did admire, 201:01,156[A ]| In$4$ peace their shield, in$4$ war their leading fire. 201:01,157[A ]| Even thus of old did the celestial hand 201:01,158[A ]| Guide his loved Israel to$4$ the promised land. 201:01,159[A ]| One while, in$4$ a kind cloud's refreshing shade 201:01,160[A ]| He health and shelter, even in$4$ deserts, made. 201:01,161[A ]| Another did his brighter beams display 201:01,162[A ]| In$4$ his own native and more heavenly ray: 201:01,163[A ]| Above them like$4$ a fiery pillar rod 201:01,164[A ]| Their light, or umbrage; and in$4$ both a God. 201:01,165[A ]| Yet were his shining trophies infinite, 201:01,166[A ]| His orb a galaxy and much more bright, 201:01,167[A ]| Not their whole blaze one spark of pride could light. 201:01,168[A ]| Glory his breast did fill, but never swell, 201:01,169[A ]| Never such height was so$5#1$ accessible. 201:01,170[A ]| No$2$ greatness so$5#1$ familiar, and so$5#1$ free, 201:01,171[A ]| No$2$ temple to$4$ the humblest votary: 201:01,172[A ]| Worth never spoke, nor justice sued in$4$ vain. 201:01,173[A ]| So$3$ have I fancied on$4$ Pharsalia's plain 201:01,174[A ]| A tattered Roman in$4$ his rusty steel 201:01,175[A ]| With a rough bow, untaught to$9$ fawn or kneel, 201:01,176[A ]| To$4$ his royal leader's ear, for$4$ justice, fly, 201:01,177[A ]| And to$4$ great Caesar, only, Caesar, cry. 201:01,178[A ]| Here in$4$ that$6#2$ bright triumphant chariot hurled, 201:01,179[A ]| Designed to$9$ drive around the vanquished world, 201:01,180[A ]| The awful universal majesty 201:01,181[A ]| Casts on$4$ his honourable scars an eye, 201:01,182[A ]| Curbs his hot steeds and makes a halting pause 201:01,183[A ]| To$9$ judge and right an honest soldier's cause. 201:01,184[A ]| Nor was the temper of his mind alone 201:01,185[A ]| Healthful and vigorous in$4$ War's torrid zone: 201:01,186[A ]| In$4$ Peace's cooler climes he flourished too, 201:01,187[A ]| Shining and sweetening every air he drew. 201:01,188[A ]| Here, Muse, his praise like$4$ thy Parnassus frame; 201:01,189[A ]| On$4$ two twin mounts of greatness build his fame. 201:01,190[A ]| His virtues led a court, as well as camp, 201:01,191[A ]| And taught them honour of the noblest stamp; 201:01,192[A ]| To$4$ promises he resolution brought 201:01,193[A ]| And never launched a word beyond a thought; 201:01,194[A ]| So$5#1$ courtly too his conversation made, 201:01,195[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ his face all manly graces played; 201:01,196[A ]| Though Fate and Thunder did his arm surround, 201:01,197[A ]| The fires were lambent which$6#1$ his temples crowned, 201:01,198[A ]| Whilst with those gentle courteous airs he smiled, 201:01,199[A ]| Calm as Love's mother, than her son more mild; 201:01,200[A ]| But rougher than the sea where she was born, 201:01,201[A ]| When plumes and steel his haughty brows adorn. 201:01,202[A ]| If such heaped virtues to$4$ one man were given, 201:01,203[A ]| Challenge thy own, his great first mover, Heaven. 201:01,204[A ]| Thy own indeed; for$3$ every martial star, 201:01,205[A ]| Those hosts of animating fires, shine there 201:01,206[A ]| With all their whole united influence, hung 201:01,207[A ]| Over his blessed head. Strong was their force, as strong 201:01,208[A ]| His parentage, the alike ascendant powers 201:01,209[A ]| Of a long line of far-famed ancestors; 201:01,210[A ]| Worthies enrolled, such antiquated dust, 201:01,211[A ]| Whose images of venerable rust 201:01,212[A ]| Lie stretched on$4$ mouldered monuments, so$5#1$ old 201:01,213[A ]| That$3$ they are scarce less dust than what they hold, 201:01,214[A ]| So$5#1$ eat by$4$ time, till Light's officious ray 201:01,215[A ]| Peeps through and to$4$ the grave lets in$5$ the day. 201:01,216[A ]| Thus in$4$ his greatness and allegiance too, 201:01,217[A ]| His miracles hereditary grew: 201:01,218[A ]| In$4$ Ormond's heir the last firm link he bears 201:01,219[A ]| Of one unbroken chain drawn through four hundred years; 201:01,220[A ]| A chain which$6#1$, from such ages held so$5#1$ fast, 201:01,221[A ]| Must through the whole Platonic circle last 201:01,222[A ]| Till wondering Time to$4$ the Ormond-praise shall tell 201:01,223[A ]| That$6#2$ greatness truly stands, that$6#1$ never fell. 201:01,224[A ]| These honours, Ossory, thy birth create, 201:01,225[A ]| But thou art a nearer favourite of Fate. 201:01,226[A ]| Amongst all the virtues in$4$ thy bosom reign, 201:01,227[A ]| A godlike Courage leads the angelic train; 201:01,228[A ]| And since unactive Loyalty is no$2$ more 201:01,229[A ]| Than a bright mind, rich Nature's hidden oar, 201:01,230[A ]| This bolder gamester takes a nobler way, 201:01,231[A ]| Sets high for$4$ Fame, and brings his gold in$4$ play. 201:01,232[A ]| Eager he threw, and young to$4$ the lifts he came, 201:01,233[A ]| The abetting God of War pushed on$5$ the game; 201:01,234[A ]| Through his fired veins made the warm hero rise, 201:01,235[A ]| Glow in$4$ his cheeks, and sparkle in$4$ his eyes. 201:01,236[A ]| War was his early mistress, his first aim 201:01,237[A ]| Through untrod ways to$9$ court uncommon Fame; 201:01,238[A ]| Whilst with a strength unequal to$4$ his will$0$, 201:01,239[A ]| And wanting years his wishes to$9$ fulfil, 201:01,240[A ]| Oft would he murmur at the lazy sun 201:01,241[A ]| And bid the tedious charioteer drive on$5$. 201:01,242[A ]| Tired with his youth, in$4$ Nature's face he flew, 201:01,243[A ]| Cursed her slow architect, and envious grew 201:01,244[A ]| At that$6#2$ quick blood in$4$ our first parent ran, 201:01,245[A ]| Who$6#1$, at a word created, stepped out man. 201:01,246[A ]| Young as a Ganymede, he longed to$9$ be 201:01,247[A ]| As near the almighty thunderer as he; 201:01,248[A ]| With transport viewed Jove's royal eagle soar 201:01,249[A ]| And envied her her height, her pride, but more 201:01,250[A ]| The fatal bolt her radiant talons bore. 201:01,251[A ]| Alcides' rage did his young bosom fill: 201:01,252[A ]| His infant hands wanted his snakes to$9$ kill. 201:01,253[A ]| With this fresh bloom his youthful spirit grew; 201:01,254[A ]| Early he read Fame's written volumes through, 201:01,255[A ]| But by$4$ the earlier hand of Fate attacked 201:01,256[A ]| Was taught to$9$ suffer before he had power to$9$ act. 201:01,257[A ]| When England late with her own blood did flow, 201:01,258[A ]| And that$6#2$ dire stroke, the unutterable blow, 201:01,259[A ]| Did the whole British forfeit world enslave, 201:01,260[A ]| Digging in$4$ royal veins the English honour's grave; 201:01,261[A ]| The usurping Lucifer here snatched the throne, 201:01,262[A ]| Cried, 201:01,262@b | Hell is amongst them, and all Hell is my own! 201:01,263[A ]| Whilst loyal hearts, for$4$ sacrifice decreed, 201:01,264[A ]| In$4$ hecatombs to$4$ the new Moloch bleed. 201:01,265[A ]| Amongst the crowds for$4$ lingering deaths secured 201:01,266[A ]| Is our young prisoner in$4$ the tower immured; 201:01,267[A ]| It is true, no$2$ fact against his life they bring, 201:01,268[A ]| Too weak a pillar yet to$9$ uphold a king, 201:01,269[A ]| But what occasion for$4$ a stronger proof? 201:01,270[A ]| He is born of the Ormond race, and that$6#2$ is enough. 201:01,271[A ]| A native loyalty darts from his eye, 201:01,272[A ]| And looks are guilt, when murdered monarchs die. 201:01,273[A ]| Besides, the Hell-born locust, not alone 201:01,274[A ]| Contented to$9$ pollute the kingly throne, 201:01,275[A ]| His sacred purple stain, his land devour, 201:01,276[A ]| But to$9$ root up$5$ all seeds of royal power; 201:01,277[A ]| Resolved he would that$6#2$ eternal winter bring 201:01,278[A ]| Should blast all thoughts of Second Charles his spring; 201:01,279[A ]| Would his last hopes of loyal labourers spoil 201:01,280[A ]| And leave no$2$ hands to$9$ cultivate the soil. 201:01,281[A ]| Thus our young brave is to$4$ a timely dungeon sent, 201:01,282[A ]| Chained, but not tamed; and crushed, but yet unbent; 201:01,283[A ]| So$5#1$ terrible his unarmed hand appeared, 201:01,284[A ]| In$4$ the unstruck flint the hidden fires he feared. 201:01,285[A ]| So$5#1$ dreadful to$4$ the old fiend was the first man, 201:01,286[A ]| His virtues fatal to$4$ his infernal reign, 201:01,287[A ]| Such threatening beams did his young dawn dispense, 201:01,288[A ]| Was formidable even in$4$ innocence. 201:01,289[A ]| If such thy morning was, what was thy noon? 201:01,290[A ]| Alas, my dazzled eyes answer too soon. 201:01,291[A ]| It is true, with our erected eyes we may 201:01,292[A ]| To$4$ thy full orb our adoration pay; 201:01,293[A ]| But humbler minds heroic souls survey 201:01,294[A ]| As men view stars, at whose prodigious height 201:01,295[A ]| We see a point, but not a globe of light. 201:01,296[A ]| Great lustre either distant shines, or when 201:01,297[A ]| By$4$ mortal view approached it is nearer seen, 201:01,298[A ]| It is like$4$ the old sire that$6#1$ walked with God, whose face 201:01,299[A ]| Too bright, came veiled, to$9$ talk to$4$ human race. 201:01,300[A ]| If then the region of thy soul is too high, 201:01,301[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the fluttering Muses can not fly; 201:01,302[A ]| Not their winged Pegasus the attempt dares breath, 201:01,303[A ]| But shrinks at the ascent, and lags beneath; 201:01,304[A ]| Thy deeds then be the safer theme we will$1$ sing: 201:01,305[A ]| He that$6#1$ would paint the sun, must draw the spring. 201:01,306[A ]| A land there is, on$4$ bold foundations laid, 201:01,307[A ]| Foundations that$6#1$ durst Nature's self invade, 201:01,308[A ]| A land, by$4$ Heaven's creation never made, 201:01,309[A ]| A land, where keels once cut their liquid way, 201:01,310[A ]| Where in$4$ the surge the stretched Leviathan lay 201:01,311[A ]| Whilst all the slimy race did wondering round him play. 201:01,312[A ]| A nation, who$6#1$ to$4$ that$6#2$ strange greatness come, 201:01,313[A ]| Outdid the asylum of old rising Rome. 201:01,314[A ]| They robbed all corners of the earth to$9$ be 201:01,315[A ]| A people; for$4$ their land, they robbed the sea; 201:01,316[A ]| First elbowed Neptune out to$9$ build a seat, 201:01,317[A ]| And then they jostled monarchs to$9$ be great. 201:01,318[A ]| This stubborn race could face the ocean's lord, 201:01,319[A ]| Great Britain's king, and face him unadored; 201:01,320[A ]| Disdained their duteous homage to$9$ allow, 201:01,321[A ]| Too stiff to$9$ kneel, or else too tall to$9$ bow. 201:01,322[A ]| Pampered to$4$ pride, to$4$ a lust of power high fed, 201:01,323[A ]| By$4$ Envy's eldest birth, Ambition, led, 201:01,324[A ]| They durst dispute the empire of the main, 201:01,325[A ]| Spurred with a hope more rash than Xerxes' chain. 201:01,326[A ]| Here our great Ossory's first toils begun: 201:01,327[A ]| It was Charles his ocean saw his rising sun. 201:01,328[A ]| His country's quarrel does his hand embrace, 201:01,329[A ]| Sent out to$9$ lash this bold amphibious race, 201:01,330[A ]| A posting Mercury more swift never rode 201:01,331[A ]| To$9$ bear the mandates of an angry god; 201:01,332[A ]| Wings on$4$ his feet, and duty in$4$ his eyes, 201:01,333[A ]| Than Ossory with Charles his vengeance flies. 201:01,334[A ]| Not Caesar's proud Armado could engage 201:01,335[A ]| The valiant Anthony with deadlier rage, 201:01,336[A ]| Whilst the Egyptian warrior by$4$ his side 201:01,337[A ]| Saw Cleopatra's glittering galley ride, 201:01,338[A ]| Filled with a beauty that$6#1$ even Death could warm: 201:01,339[A ]| A mistress's sight to$4$ a fighting lover's arm, 201:01,340[A ]| Both by$4$ her wishes and her eyes inspired, 201:01,341[A ]| Winged as she breathed, and as she looked, she fired. 201:01,342[A ]| Ambition never joined two foes more fierce, 201:01,343[A ]| Engaged for$4$ the disputed universe, 201:01,344[A ]| Whilst Caesar's world as little could afford, 201:01,345[A ]| As Charles his seas, room for$4$ a rival lord. 201:01,346[A ]| On$4$ such a theme our English champion draws 201:01,347[A ]| A sword that$6#1$ is no$2$ less glorious than his cause; 201:01,348[A ]| Here his long banks his pouring torrent breaks, 201:01,349[A ]| And an unbounded loose to$4$ ruin takes; 201:01,350[A ]| Whilst tempest-like it gathers as it rolls: 201:01,351[A ]| The natural start of all impetuous souls. 201:01,352[A ]| So$5#2$ roared his cannons through the trembling flood, 201:01,353[A ]| The admiring gods for$4$ his spectators stood, 201:01,354[A ]| Sallied from all the utmost ports of Heaven 201:01,355[A ]| To$4$ the mid-air, to$9$ see the onset given. 201:01,356[A ]| So$5#1$ loud, so$5#1$ dismal was the voice of war 201:01,357[A ]| That$3$ at the scene the bashful thunderer 201:01,358[A ]| With awful silence was astonished grown, 201:01,359[A ]| Listening to$4$ sounds more dreadful than his own; 201:01,360[A ]| Saw bolts of fire in$4$ hissing billows drowned 201:01,361[A ]| And heard the shores with greater shocks rebound 201:01,362[A ]| Than when the sweating Cyclops' burning toil 201:01,363[A ]| Makes his own firmamental waters boil. 201:01,364[A ]| So$5#2$ did our Ossory's keen lightning play, 201:01,365[A ]| Gilding the streams, and burnishing the sea, 201:01,366[A ]| Whilst the enlightened waves, at every flash, 201:01,367[A ]| Drank up$5$ more fires than when their watery face, 201:01,368[A ]| Nature's great mirror, elemental glass, 201:01,369[A ]| Drinks up$5$ the stars. When in$4$ the sparkling main 201:01,370[A ]| The pilot views a second Charles his wain, 201:01,371[A ]| Reflected Heavens inverted concave lie, 201:01,372[A ]| With twinkling lights danced in$4$ a waving sky. 201:01,373[A ]| Thus fought our Ossory, and thus inspired 201:01,374[A ]| His heartened soldiers with a zeal untired; 201:01,375[A ]| Pushed their whole strength to$4$ the utmost tug of war, 201:01,376[A ]| Nor thought they could have trod on$4$ graves too far; 201:01,377[A ]| Such vigorous health their cheerful spirits wear, 201:01,378[A ]| No$2$ unrewarded valour murmured there; 201:01,379[A ]| He only exercised those nerves he fed, 201:01,380[A ]| His bounty fattening what his courage led. 201:01,381[A ]| Thus moved they in$4$ the circle of his charms, 201:01,382[A ]| His influence sat above to$9$ guide their arms: 201:01,383[A ]| Soul of their world did his great genius flow. 201:01,384[A ]| So$5#2$ the high spheres their vast tuned measures go 201:01,385[A ]| Whilst seasons, days and years dance after them below. 201:01,386[A ]| He was an admiral, deserved to$9$ grace 201:01,387[A ]| A constellation, more than that$6#2$ Greek race, 201:01,388[A ]| Whose honour in$4$ the ravished golden prize 201:01,389[A ]| Bore the rich Argonaut above the skies, 201:01,390[A ]| Where in$4$ eternal calms each spangled streamer shines 201:01,391[A ]| Whilst everlasting lights adorn immortal pines. 201:01,392[A ]| But now on$4$ shore let us view his next command, 201:01,393[A ]| His watery chariot left, to$9$ drive at land: 201:01,394[A ]| The unharnessed Tritons to$4$ their rest restored 201:01,395[A ]| Whilst his yoked lions wait their mounting lord. 201:01,396[A ]| Here, Ossory, let Mons thy deeds proclaim 201:01,397[A ]| And sing an English general's deathless fame: 201:01,398[A ]| Flanders' last battle fought, and won by$4$ thee, 201:01,399[A ]| A battle against a glorious enemy; 201:01,400[A ]| Flushed with success, and long with laurels crowned, 201:01,401[A ]| Perhaps before untaught to$9$ quit his ground. 201:01,402[A ]| A foe, who$6#1$ with his arts of war prepared, 201:01,403[A ]| Batteries and trenches, and all Nature's guard, 201:01,404[A ]| Encamped with all the advantage of the field, 201:01,405[A ]| Did only to$4$ victorious courage yield. 201:01,406[A ]| Raising that$6#2$ siege, thou didst such wonders do, 201:01,407[A ]| Raise the universal siege of Flanders too; 201:01,408[A ]| For$3$ to$4$ that$6#2$ one determinating blow, 201:01,409[A ]| The northern peace does her foundations owe. 201:01,410[A ]| Thus that$6#2$ great work, for$4$ which$6#1$, so$5#1$ long desired, 201:01,411[A ]| Contending kingdoms had in$4$ vain conspired, 201:01,412[A ]| United fought, united toiled and tired, 201:01,413[A ]| Fate did alone for$4$ thy bold arm decree, 201:01,414[A ]| As being the only labour fit for$4$ thee. 201:01,415[A ]| How far proud France's fury, uncontrolled, 201:01,416[A ]| Unbounded, like$4$ a fiery deluge rolled, 201:01,417[A ]| Till Ossory did that$6#2$ great day appear, 201:01,418[A ]| And bid the conflagration finish there. 201:01,419[A ]| So$3$ when omnipotence the globe had framed, 201:01,420[A ]| Had spoke out light, and warring elements tamed; 201:01,421[A ]| When nought but his great word in$4$ bounds could keep 201:01,422[A ]| The lawless torrents of the mighty deep; 201:01,423[A ]| He bid the foaming ocean know the shore, 201:01,424[A ]| Thus far its rage's limits, and no$2$ more. 201:01,425[A ]| A scarce less work for$4$ thy illustrious hand 201:01,426[A ]| Had the decision of one day ordained: 201:01,427[A ]| Flanders her peace did to$4$ thy sword assign, 201:01,428[A ]| Whilst the liberation of a world was thine. 201:01,429[A ]| The Belgick lion from his toil set free, 201:01,430[A ]| And the long plagues of war dispelled by$4$ thee, 201:01,431[A ]| Thy bounteous influence like$4$ overflowing Nile 201:01,432[A ]| Cleared the sick air, and fattened all the soil. 201:01,433[A ]| Thus the old gods from Ida's top beheld 201:01,434[A ]| The Phrygian plains with Greeks and Trojans filled; 201:01,435[A ]| Saw death and wild destruction stalk around, 201:01,436[A ]| And massacre with blazing chaplets crowned, 201:01,437[A ]| Till the warm cause some heavenly mind inspired, 201:01,438[A ]| From a spectator to$4$ a champion fired; 201:01,439[A ]| And when on$4$ heaps the dismal ruins lay, 201:01,440[A ]| Steps a descending god, and parts the fray. 201:01,441[A ]| Here let the labours of our hero cease, 201:01,442[A ]| Encircled in$4$ his own creation, peace: 201:01,443[A ]| The greatest warriors have in$4$ ease most share, 201:01,444[A ]| And always act the shortest part in$4$ war; 201:01,445[A ]| To$4$ victory they cut too near a way, 201:01,446[A ]| Too firm a ground for$4$ lasting triumphs lay, 201:01,447[A ]| And the whole work of years ends in$4$ a day. 201:01,448[A ]| Rare are the toils of all stupendous power, 201:01,449[A ]| Great Michael fought but once, and Jove no$2$ more. 201:01,450[A ]| But stay, these humble praises are too small: 201:01,451[A ]| To$9$ say he led, fought, vanquished, triumphed, all, 201:01,452[A ]| It is not enough, unless all tongues record 201:01,453[A ]| His principles more glorious than his sword. 201:01,454[A ]| The pen of steel alone it must not be 201:01,455[A ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ famed chiefs writes immortality; 201:01,456[A ]| Men the true hero like$4$ the martyr paint: 201:01,457[A ]| It is the great cause that$6#1$ consecrates the saint. 201:01,458[A ]| When his heroic virtues spread so$5#1$ far 201:01,459[A ]| (The universal darling son of war) 201:01,460[A ]| That$3$ rival states for$4$ his alliance sued, 201:01,461[A ]| His hand and sword by$4$ courting nations wooed. 201:01,462[A ]| First the great France his assailed passions tried, 201:01,463[A ]| Brought her gay cause in$4$ all her tempting pride: 201:01,464[A ]| The richest, haughtiest, most majestic bride. 201:01,465[A ]| Upon$4$ her head she wore a coronet 201:01,466[A ]| Of mystic figure; for$3$ the ground was jet; 201:01,467[A ]| A sable field with sanguine rubies set. 201:01,468[A ]| Her best-loved jewel on$4$ her arm was placed: 201:01,469[A ]| In$4$ modern mould a Roman medal cast, 201:01,470[A ]| A Julius Caesar pictured to$4$ the waist. 201:01,471[A ]| Amidst her shining breastplates, radiant beams 201:01,472[A ]| Loaded with pearl and studded over with gems: 201:01,473[A ]| A curious eye might at a glimpse see drawn 201:01,474[A ]| In$4$ airy rays of scattered silver dawn 201:01,475[A ]| An inlaid remnant of a cross she bore, 201:01,476[A ]| But shaded with the massier pride she wore. 201:01,477[A ]| Upon$4$ her shield (for$3$ she was martial dressed) 201:01,478[A ]| A painter had in$4$ miniature expressed 201:01,479[A ]| Her vanquished slaves, great leaders once, and most 201:01,480[A ]| The lords of cities, towns, or castles, lost; 201:01,481[A ]| Some by$4$ her shafts, the lightning of her eyes, 201:01,482[A ]| Subdued and chained, her lawful conquests' prize; 201:01,483[A ]| But others her ignobler fetters hold, 201:01,484[A ]| Charmed by$4$ her well-tried magic filter, gold. 201:01,485[A ]| To$4$ all this pomp a wondrous dower she brought, 201:01,486[A ]| Sure baits which$6#1$ an unguarded heart had caught; 201:01,487[A ]| But Ossory, unmoved by$4$ form or show, 201:01,488[A ]| Wisely surveyed this gaudy temptress through: 201:01,489[A ]| The insatiate thirst of unjust power he saw, 201:01,490[A ]| Her heart, like$4$ a Promethean vulture, gnaw, 201:01,491[A ]| A heart more worthy of his doom than his, 201:01,492[A ]| His guilt outdone even by$4$ her victories; 201:01,493[A ]| The ill-got trophies which$6#1$ her arms acquire 201:01,494[A ]| More robbery than the stolen Promethean fire. 201:01,495[A ]| Here all her depths he sounds, her vows but air, 201:01,496[A ]| Bloody her frowns, her smiles design and snare; 201:01,497[A ]| Of broken leagues he heard the murmuring sound, 201:01,498[A ]| And sacramental bonds in$4$ Lethe drowned. 201:01,499[A ]| In$4$ vain her power, success, or treasure pleads, 201:01,500[A ]| In$4$ vain her arts, in$4$ vain her nets she spreads: 201:01,501[A ]| Flanders presents him with a choice more fair: 201:01,502[A ]| There was all truth, all unstained honour there. 201:01,503[A ]| His eye was straight to$4$ distressed beauty led, 201:01,504[A ]| Fixed like$4$ a second royal Andromede; 201:01,505[A ]| At stake her fortunes and her glories lay, 201:01,506[A ]| And all designed for$4$ a devourer's prey. 201:01,507[A ]| He saw the monster roll the swelling tide, 201:01,508[A ]| Hungry he came, and gaped destruction wide; 201:01,509[A ]| Her dangers made her lustre brighter shine, 201:01,510[A ]| Her sufferings shaped her lovely and divine. 201:01,511[A ]| Here the warm Ossory could hold no$2$ more, 201:01,512[A ]| Here his winged steed the fiery rider bore, 201:01,513[A ]| Whilst to$4$ her aid our angry Perseus rode: 201:01,514[A ]| Revenge is the espousal of a God. 201:01,515[A ]| Roused by$4$ her wrongs, a generous sword he draws, 201:01,516[A ]| Wedding his unbribed hand to$4$ a spotless cause. 201:01,517[A ]| Thus doubly armed, to$4$ royal Orange flew, 201:01,518[A ]| Showering like$4$ Jove in$4$ gold, and thunder too. 201:01,519[A ]| Done like$4$ himself, an action great and high, 201:01,520[A ]| It was more to$9$ face than follow victory. 201:01,521[A ]| To$9$ tug with France was but to$9$ fight more warm, 201:01,522[A ]| The noblest grapplings with a conquering arm. 201:01,523[A ]| Here the calm Ossory takes a long rest 201:01,524[A ]| Of two whole years in$4$ glory's halcyon nest: 201:01,525[A ]| The unactive Christendom does not afford 201:01,526[A ]| A second cause for$4$ his miraculous sword, 201:01,527[A ]| Till roused by$4$ an alarm from the Africk shore, 201:01,528[A ]| Tangier and honour call him out once more. 201:01,529[A ]| The angry Moors the royal Charles invade 201:01,530[A ]| (Tangier by$4$ Christian arts and arms betrayed). 201:01,531[A ]| Apostate faithless Christian! by$4$ the first 201:01,532[A ]| Of your own falling traitors taught and cursed, 201:01,533[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ his worshipped dearer idol, gold, 201:01,534[A ]| His paradise, and sacred master, sold; 201:01,535[A ]| His entailed treasons to$4$ his heirs conveyed, 201:01,536[A ]| The Christian strength like$4$ their own God betrayed. 201:01,537[A ]| Thus comes the skilled barbarian to$4$ the field, 201:01,538[A ]| Fighting behind an European shield: 201:01,539[A ]| An enemy never terrible before, 201:01,540[A ]| For$4$ numbers dreadful, but for$4$ conduct, more. 201:01,541[A ]| Too soon the town the pressing savage feel, 201:01,542[A ]| The fatal earnest of his well-taught steel, 201:01,543[A ]| Whilst England wakened at their sad alarms 201:01,544[A ]| Calls out the valiant Ossory to$4$ arms. 201:01,545[A ]| No$2$ less the loyal Ossory prepares 201:01,546[A ]| On$4$ his own neck to$9$ unload his country's cares, 201:01,547[A ]| With twice their zeal, but not with half their fears. 201:01,548[A ]| With warlike rage like$4$ a new comet burns, 201:01,549[A ]| To$4$ Africk straight his pointed vengeance turns; 201:01,550[A ]| Here flying fame with the glad tidings posts 201:01,551[A ]| Which$6#1$ the shrill Tritons waft to$4$ the Africk coasts. 201:01,552[A ]| The ravished Tangerines at his adored 201:01,553[A ]| Dear name, to$4$ hopes, to$4$ life, to$4$ souls restored, 201:01,554[A ]| Quit their despair, and with one echoing cry 201:01,555[A ]| Their universal voice was: victory. 201:01,556[A ]| Charmed with their tutelar saint, Tangier is all 201:01,557[A ]| But one united solemn festival, 201:01,558[A ]| Whilst jocund Gibraltar does his tuned praise 201:01,559[A ]| Above its own Herculean columns raise. 201:01,560[A ]| Their ecstasies to$4$ those wild raptures ran, 201:01,561[A ]| Filled with the deeds of this prodigious man, 201:01,562[A ]| As they had foreseen the miracle again 201:01,563[A ]| Of the old prophet on$4$ Philistia's plain: 201:01,564[A ]| Such certain conquest from his name conclude 201:01,565[A ]| As if the holding up$5$ his arm subdued. 201:01,566[A ]| But oh! in$4$ vain the great commission's given: 201:01,567[A ]| It was sealed on$4$ earth before it was signed in$4$ heaven. 201:01,568[A ]| Charles calls him, but God sends him forth. Alas! 201:01,569[A ]| Our conqueror a new Rubicon must pass, 201:01,570[A ]| Bound for$4$ a further, more triumphant coast, 201:01,571[A ]| Designed the leader of a brighter host. 201:01,572[A ]| It was here the impoverished mourning world he left, 201:01,573[A ]| Too early of its dearest pride bereft. 201:01,574[A ]| Yes, happier stars, caught up$5$ at Nature's noon, 201:01,575[A ]| Yon azure battlements overleapt too soon; 201:01,576[A ]| The envious Fates snatched our rich hopes away 201:01,577[A ]| Before half his golden world discovered lay. 201:01,578[A ]| What vast achievements has one grave entombed, 201:01,579[A ]| Designs of glory yet unwinged, unplumed! 201:01,580[A ]| So$3$ on$4$ a cedar's top, lord of the grove, 201:01,581[A ]| Over some proud mountain, broods the bird of Jove, 201:01,582[A ]| Till an unhappy blast of lightning shoots, 201:01,583[A ]| Rends its tall trunk from off its shattered roots, 201:01,584[A ]| And when in$4$ dust the martyred relics lie, 201:01,585[A ]| All her whole nest of unfledged eaglets die. 201:01,586[A ]| With such a fall our Ossory expired, 201:01,587[A ]| Ossory as far lamented as admired; 201:01,588[A ]| A tribute due to$4$ his consecrated name, 201:01,589[A ]| His exequies as boundless as his fame. 201:01,590[A ]| Nor was this grief alone to$4$ his friends confined, 201:01,591[A ]| For$3$ he deserved so$5#1$ well from all mankind 201:01,592[A ]| That$3$ even his foes, spite of themselves, are just, 201:01,593[A ]| And dedicate a sigh to$4$ Ossory's dust, 201:01,594[A ]| Whilst chronicles must his sad fate record, 201:01,595[A ]| Pitied by$4$ Envy, and by$4$ Fear deplored. 201:01,596[A ]| Only the unchristian savages, the wild 201:01,597[A ]| Barbarian, Africk's well-pleased genius, smiled; 201:01,598[A ]| The Moors so$5#1$ loud an Io*Paean sung 201:01,599[A ]| Till to$4$ their Mahomet their echoes rung. 201:01,600[A ]| Our Christian hero's death such transport darts, 201:01,601[A ]| up$5$ from his amorous paradise he starts, 201:01,602[A ]| Leaving, to$9$ gratify his new-charmed ears, 201:01,603[A ]| The unfinished pleasure of a thousand years. 201:01,604[A ]| But though Tangier has a defender lost, 201:01,605[A ]| And spiteful Destiny his wishes crossed, 201:01,606[A ]| War, and War's darling-goddess left him last: 201:01,607[A ]| As living, he adored her, he embraced 201:01,608[A ]| Her dying, in$4$ his pangs he held her fast. 201:01,609[A ]| Still at Tangier his waving ensigns fly, 201:01,610[A ]| Forts, bulwarks, trenches glide before his eye, 201:01,611[A ]| And though by$4$ Fate itself disarmed, he dies, 201:01,612[A ]| Even his last breath his sooty foes defies; 201:01,613[A ]| He still his visionary thunder poured, 201:01,614[A ]| And grasped the very shadow of a sword. 201:01,615[A ]| Not the Pellaean conquerors' fever burned 201:01,616[A ]| So$5#1$ fierce as his: his dreams to$4$ battles turned, 201:01,617[A ]| Sieges and storms, a scene of death so$5#1$ great 201:01,618[A ]| As did his active martial life repeat. 201:01,619[A ]| And when his fighting frenzy roved too far, 201:01,620[A ]| It was but a copy of the old Giants' War; 201:01,621[A ]| In$4$ antique forms he wild battalions drew, 201:01,622[A ]| Raised hills on$4$ hills, Pelion on$4$ Ossa threw. 201:01,623[A ]| Vast were the ideas of his mounting soul, 201:01,624[A ]| It was glory all, war all, ambition whole; 201:01,625[A ]| And when the extravagant hero soared too high, 201:01,626[A ]| It was but some aspiring thought let fly 201:01,627[A ]| That$6#1$ sallied out to$9$ take eternity; 201:01,628[A ]| Only his storms did more auspicious prove 201:01,629[A ]| To$9$ assail the skies he had all friends above; 201:01,630[A ]| Beyond their faint original he flew, 201:01,631[A ]| For$3$ he scaled Heaven like$4$ them, but won it too. 201:01,632[A ]| Here couldst thou, Muse, to$4$ numbers have confined 201:01,633[A ]| The strong bold starts of his great labouring mind, 201:01,634[A ]| His strange convulsions, and tempestuous flame: 201:01,635[A ]| Know, it was the earthquakes of his loosening frame. 201:01,636[A ]| Fancy he in$4$ a fiery chariot rode 201:01,637[A ]| And shook the crystalline on$4$ which$6#1$ he trod; 201:01,638[A ]| For$4$ his approach here waiting angels stay, 201:01,639[A ]| Ready a throne, prepared a diadem lay; 201:01,640[A ]| But our great saint comes more prepared than they: 201:01,641[A ]| Useless a coronation robe was given, 201:01,642[A ]| Majestic he set out, arrayed for$4$ Heaven; 201:01,643[A ]| Few were the drops to$9$ anoint his sacred brow: 201:01,644[A ]| Fragrant he came, and radiant as he flew. 201:01,645[A ]| Quick was the ceremony, short the state, 201:01,646[A ]| But long the shouts their well-tuned joys create; 201:01,647[A ]| Their glittering guest in$4$ a full choir they greet, 201:01,648[A ]| Who$6#1$ brings that$6#2$ light, which$6#1$ others die to$9$ meet. 201:01,649[A ]| If such celestial pomp fills thy new train, 201:01,650[A ]| Let not thy heavenlier joys, blessed soul, disdain 201:01,651[A ]| That$6#2$ meaner homage which$6#1$ poor mortals owe, 201:01,652[A ]| Paid by$4$ thy humbler worshippers below. 201:01,653[A ]| When ages shall, in$4$ monumental brass, 201:01,654[A ]| Write thy recorded praise till Time's last glass, 201:01,655[A ]| And with such zeal preserve thy hallowed shrine, 201:01,656[A ]| Till the expired world's last ashes mix with thine, 201:01,657[A ]| Fame to$4$ all nations shall thy worth unfold 201:01,658[A ]| In$4$ Heaven's prophetic eloquence of old; 201:01,659[A ]| Her wondrous tongue, for$4$ wondrous truths designed, 201:01,660[A ]| Speaks in$4$ all languages to$4$ all mankind. 201:01,661[A ]| Yet stay, great saint, loud as thy deeds ever rung, 201:01,662[A ]| In$4$ whatever soil thy planted laurels sprung, 201:01,663[A ]| There was a region where thy praise never flew, 201:01,664[A ]| And that$6#2$ forbidden air thy fame yet never drew. 201:01,665[A ]| For$3$ from thee they were banished, from thy ear, 201:01,666[A ]| In$4$ all their flights durst never reach that$6#2$ sphere. 201:01,667[A ]| Thy actions kept a solemn jubilee, 201:01,668[A ]| By$4$ all men heard, by$4$ all men told, but thee. 201:01,669[A ]| And yet this modest, godlike chief must pay 201:01,670[A ]| Nature's last debt and die. Die, did I say? 201:01,671[A ]| Pardon, bright heir of everlasting day. 201:01,672[A ]| Great worthies never yet entirely died, 201:01,673[A ]| Death only does invert their pyramid, 201:01,674[A ]| The hero's soul, the basis of his fame, 201:01,675[A ]| That$6#1$ above the clouds mounts his immortal name; 201:01,676[A ]| He gone, the stars our happier rivals claim. 201:01,677[A ]| And when his vast translated spirit, alone 201:01,678[A ]| An Atlas load, builds its eternal throne, 201:01,679[A ]| Does a whole spacious constellation fill, 201:01,680[A ]| Not Heaven itself can hold him all, for$3$ still 201:01,681[A ]| He leaves his deeds behind him when he dies, 201:01,682[A ]| Points down his pendant glory from the skies. 201:01,683[A ]| Blaze out, blaze out, a glory so$5#1$ divine, 201:01,684[A ]| Till all great minds by$4$ thy reflection shine; 201:01,685[A ]| Their pious griefs to$4$ emulation turn, 201:01,686[A ]| Till their warm pity up$5$ to$4$ envy burn. 201:01,687[A ]| So$3$ may this sun of honour set in$4$ state, 201:01,688[A ]| Gilding the sable clouds that$6#1$ mourn his fate; 201:01,689[A ]| May his example thus such patriots breed 201:01,690[A ]| That$3$ shall to$4$ all his high renown succeed; 201:01,691[A ]| And, as his courage is too large a guest 201:01,692[A ]| To$9$ make a transmigration to$4$ one breast, 201:01,693[A ]| Like$4$ the old Greeks when Alexander died, 201:01,694[A ]| Share his great heart, his world of fame divide. 202:00,000@@@@@| 202:00,000[' ]| 202:00,000[' ]| < with spellings modernised and punctuation revised.> 202:01,000[' ]| 202:01,000[' ]| 202:01,001[A ]| With no$2$ small pains our author has this day 202:01,002[A ]| Brought on$4$ the stage a damned dull serious play. 202:01,003[A ]| But what the devil is he like$5$ to$9$ gain? 202:01,004[A ]| If wits, like$4$ states, with a joint power might reign; 202:01,005[A ]| A poet's labour then were worth the while, 202:01,006[A ]| Could he plead custom, and demand your smile. 202:01,007[A ]| But that$6#2$ was never in$4$ fashion. Poets ought 202:01,008[A ]| To$9$ write with the same spirit Caesar fought: 202:01,009[A ]| Indifferent writers are condemned, for$3$ now 202:01,010[A ]| There grow no$2$ laurels for$4$ a common brow. 202:01,011[A ]| None but great Ben, Shakespeare, or whom this age 202:01,012[A ]| Has made their heirs, succeed now on$4$ the stage. 202:01,013[A ]| As eagles try their young against the sun, 202:01,014[A ]| The self-same hazard all young writers run: 202:01,015[A ]| They are accounted a false bastard race 202:01,016[A ]| That$6#1$ are not able to$9$ look wit in$4$ the face 202:01,017[A ]| And therefore must expect an equal fate 202:01,018[A ]| To$9$ be disowned as illegitimate. 202:01,019[A ]| Thus conscious of their weaknesses and wants 202:01,020[A ]| They know their doom; as deserts to$4$ young plants. 202:01,021[A ]| You no$2$ more mercy to$4$ young writers show, 202:01,022[A ]| You damn and blast them before they have time to$9$ grow. 202:01,023[A ]| Thus you have learnt the Turkish cruelty: 202:01,024[A ]| When elder brothers reign, the younger die. 202:01,025[A ]| But as those Turks, when they are for$4$ death designed, 202:01,026[A ]| This favour from their cruel brothers find: 202:01,027[A ]| Strangled by$4$ mutes, who$6#1$ fitted for$4$ the fact 202:01,028[A ]| Want tongues to$9$ speak the cruelty they act. 202:01,029[A ]| Knowing the dangers of a public shame 202:01,030[A ]| Our rhymer hopes his fate may be the same: 202:01,031[A ]| He humbly begs, if you must cruel be, 202:01,032[A ]| You would make no$2$ noise when you his doom decree, 202:01,033[A ]| But if you damn him, damn him silently. 202:02,000[' ]| 202:02,001[A ]| The Persian laws now cease to$9$ seem severe, 202:02,002[A ]| You have more cruel laws that$6#1$ govern here: 202:02,003[A ]| Your undisputed power, who$6#1$ judges sit 202:02,004[A ]| To$9$ sentence all the trespasses of wit. 202:02,005[A ]| How can our author then his doom recall? 202:02,006[A ]| He knows he must under your justice fall, 202:02,007[A ]| Being guilty of so$5#1$ capital a crime 202:02,008[A ]| As shedding so$5#1$ much human blood in$4$ rhyme. 202:02,009[A ]| Amongst you wits such monstrous factions rage, 202:02,010[A ]| Such various censures, that$3$ it is thought the stage 202:02,011[A ]| Breeds more opinions, and produces far 202:02,012[A ]| More heresies than the late civil war. 202:02,013[A ]| Nay, poets too themselves, of late, they say 202:02,014[A ]| The greatest hectors are that$6#1$ ever huffed play. 202:02,015[A ]| Like$4$ the issue of the dragon's teeth, one brother 202:02,016[A ]| In$4$ a poetic fury falls on$4$ the other. 202:02,017[A ]| It is thought you will$1$ grow to$4$ that$6#2$ excess of rage 202:02,018[A ]| That$3$ Ben had need come guarded on$4$ the stage. 202:02,019[A ]| Nay, you have found a most compendious way 202:02,020[A ]| Of damning now, before you see the play. 202:02,021[A ]| But maugre all your spite, poets of late 202:02,022[A ]| Stand stoutly unconcerned at their play's fate; 202:02,023[A ]| Provided, it is their destiny to$9$ gain, 202:02,024[A ]| Like$4$ the famed royal slave, a third day's reign. 202:02,025[A ]| Then sacrifice them as you please: 202:02,026[A ]| But if you will$1$ be so$5#1$ prodigal to$9$ give 202:02,027[A ]| Our saucy scribbler a three days' reprieve, 202:02,028[A ]| He impudently swears he will$1$ boldly sue 202:02,029[A ]| When your hand is in$5$, to$9$ beg your pardon too. 202:02,030[A ]| If this, his first, but prosperously hit 202:02,031[A ]| And escape those rocks where he sees others split, 202:02,032[A ]| He vows he will$1$ write once more, only to$9$ show 202:02,033[A ]| What your kind favour's influence can do. 202:02,034[A ]| Faith, for$4$ once grant it, that$3$ the world may say 202:02,035[A ]| Your smiles have been the authors of a play. 202:03,000[' ]| 202:03,000[' ]| 202:03,001[A ]| You need not wonder why we change our spheres: 202:03,002[A ]| Your influence hath made us wanderers. 202:03,003[A ]| Your gracious aspect's power extends so$5#1$ far 202:03,004[A ]| You see it can transplant a theatre. 202:03,005[A ]| It is this that$6#2$ brings us to$4$ the Oxford stage: 202:03,006[A ]| Devotion is the rise of pilgrimage, 202:03,007[A ]| And to$4$ what nobler seat can we resort 202:03,008[A ]| Than here, where reign those Muses which$6#1$ we court? 202:03,009[A ]| Oxford, whose sacred power creates us thus, 202:03,010[A ]| It is Oxford makes those poets that$6#1$ make us; 202:03,011[A ]| And therefore we do for$4$ your welcome sue, 202:03,012[A ]| Not only as your guests, but creatures too: 202:03,013[A ]| This makes us your petitioners. But hold, 202:03,014[A ]| We beg new favours and forget the old; 202:03,015[A ]| Your last kind entertainment was so$5#1$ great, 202:03,016[A ]| We may acknowledge but not pay the debt. 202:03,017[A ]| When from your smiles such honours we contracted, 202:03,018[A ]| We seemed to$9$ be those monarchs which$6#1$ we acted, 202:03,019[A ]| For$3$ your high kindnesses' excess convinces, 202:03,020[A ]| Your smiles make favourites, but your treats make princes. 202:03,021[A ]| And therefore as your right you should exact 202:03,022[A ]| Our tributary thanks for$4$ your last act; 202:03,023[A ]| And justly now we may expect to$9$ find, 202:03,024[A ]| Since you have once been so$5#2$, you will$1$ still be kind. 202:03,025[A ]| Inconstancy is a passion that$6#1$ intrudes 202:03,026[A ]| Into the breasts of untaught multitudes; 202:03,027[A ]| The favours of great wits are firm and staid 202:03,028[A ]| And like$4$ your own fresh laurels, never fade. 202:03,029[A ]| From this assurance we presume to$9$ say 202:03,030[A ]| That$3$ we have confidence to$9$ act a play. 202:03,031[A ]| But now methinks some serious judgement says, 202:03,032[A ]| What hath a solemn act to$9$ do with plays? 202:03,033[A ]| By$4$ the same law we for$4$ that$6#2$ right contest, 202:03,034[A ]| As mummers plead admission to$4$ a feast. 202:03,035[A ]| Our comic faces will$1$ some pleasure add: 202:03,036[A ]| You make the treat, and we the masquerade. 202:03,037[A ]| But then our house wants ornament and scene 202:03,038[A ]| Which$6#1$ the chief grandeur of a play maintain. 202:03,039[A ]| But to$4$ excuse this want, we must confess 202:03,040[A ]| We are but travellers in$4$ a riding dress. 202:04,000[' ]| 202:04,001[A ]| Learning in$4$ its long progress from the East 202:04,002[A ]| Did visit many countries like$4$ a guest: 202:04,003[A ]| From Syria it to$4$ fertile Egypt ran, 202:04,004[A ]| From Persia to$4$ the wilder Indian; 202:04,005[A ]| The Magi and the famed Gymnosophist 202:04,006[A ]| Welcomed almighty Learning as it passed; 202:04,007[A ]| To$4$ haughty Greece, from thence to$4$ prouder Rome, 202:04,008[A ]| At last it stayed at Oxon as its home. 202:04,009[A ]| When the great conquering Caesar first came here 202:04,010[A ]| Not any mark of Learning did appear 202:04,011[A ]| But what on$4$ every naked Pict was seen 202:04,012[A ]| And painted on$4$ his hieroglyphic skin. 202:04,013[A ]| But since she grew majestically great: 202:04,014[A ]| When she made Oxon her imperial seat, 202:04,015[A ]| The loyal Oxon that$6#1$ has still withstood 202:04,016[A ]| And still made head against the rebellious flood, 202:04,017[A ]| Oxford that$6#1$ does and will$1$ forever stand 202:04,018[A ]| The only untainted city in$4$ the land, 202:04,019[A ]| It is hither from all parts the afflicted fly, 202:04,020[A ]| For$3$ Oxon is the nation's sanctuary. 202:04,021[A ]| When pious Charles too sensibly did feel 202:04,022[A ]| The pride and insolence of pretended zeal, 202:04,023[A ]| When many cities did his hopes defeat 202:04,024[A ]| He found in$4$ Oxon a secure retreat; 202:04,025[A ]| Then was the pen and peaceful gown laid by$5$ 202:04,026[A ]| And everyone to$4$ dreadful arms did fly. 202:04,027[A ]| It is doubtful which$6#1$ more honour did afford, 202:04,028[A ]| Their conquering pens, or their victorious sword. 202:04,029[A ]| This from the world did gain them high esteem 202:04,030[A ]| That$3$ they did not leave him, but he them. 202:04,031[A ]| It is here our princes have been still secure 202:04,032[A ]| Against the rage of pestilence and war; 202:04,033[A ]| It is here the sacred muses have been free 202:04,034[A ]| When all the nation was in$4$ slavery; 202:04,035[A ]| They like$4$ the sun were by$4$ their rage and spite 202:04,036[A ]| Eclipsed, but could not be extinguished quite. 202:04,037[A ]| That$6#2$ of which$6#1$ learned Johnson did complain 202:04,038[A ]| And often wished to$9$ see, but wished in$4$ vain, 202:04,039[A ]| Fate has bestowed on$4$ us: he wished to$9$ see 202:04,040[A ]| A learned, a selected company 202:04,041[A ]| To$9$ sit in$4$ judgement on$4$ the plays he writ 202:04,042[A ]| And give them the immortal stamp of wit. 202:04,043[A ]| In$4$ London no$2$ such auditors appear, 202:04,044[A ]| Nor can they be seen anywhere but here. 202:04,045[A ]| It is true, we have great wits, great judges there, 202:04,046[A ]| But what they but pretend to$9$ be, you are. 202:04,047[A ]| You plaudits where they are deserved bestow, 202:04,048[A ]| Where you find weaknesses you pardon too. 202:04,049[A ]| This makes us with an awful reverence stand 202:04,050[A ]| And not your praise, but pardon, sirs, demand. 202:04,051[A ]| Since then you still were merciful and good: 202:04,052[A ]| Accept what we have done, for$4$ what we should. 202:04,053[A ]| Since to$9$ divert you was our sole intent, 202:04,054[A ]| Pray, sirs, think that$6#2$ well done, which$6#1$ was well meant. 202:05,000[' ]| 202:05,000[' ]| 202:05,001[A ]| Gallants, it is feared after our last loud play 202:05,002[A ]| You will$1$ be deaf to$4$ all low wit can say. 202:05,003[A ]| Lightning, machine and noise your favourites are; 202:05,004[A ]| Those murdering plays, the stage's men-of-war, 202:05,005[A ]| Drive all before them like$4$ an English fleet, 202:05,006[A ]| All is prize that$6#1$ in$4$ their thunder's reach they meet. 202:05,007[A ]| Their mighty first-rate strength so$5#1$ great appears 202:05,008[A ]| We younger actors seem but privateers, 202:05,009[A ]| And like$4$ true picaroons, this time we choose 202:05,010[A ]| Where the great ships lie by$5$, the capers cruise. 202:05,011[A ]| Yet we engage with full as much devotion, 202:05,012[A ]| Though with less hope and far less execution. 202:05,013[A ]| However we adventurers so$5#1$ little stake, 202:05,014[A ]| It is all clear profit whatsoever we take, 202:05,015[A ]| Whilst they from the large booty they had got 202:05,016[A ]| Paid tribute to$4$ the force that$6#1$ set them out 202:05,017[A ]| As if gay plays, like$4$ navies, had this check 202:05,018[A ]| In$4$ a rich prize, to$9$ plunder but one deck. 202:05,019[A ]| Yet their fame is greater, though their gain be less, 202:05,020[A ]| You kindly say: They merited success. 202:05,021[A ]| Their triumphs so$5#1$ much above ours prevail, 202:05,022[A ]| You will$1$ own, they won your money which$6#1$ we steal. 202:05,023[A ]| They conquer a more honourable way, 202:05,024[A ]| Their spoils are victory, and ours but prey. 202:05,025[A ]| Now has our damned dull Epilogue ill used you; 202:05,026[A ]| I am sure it has not pleased, that$6#2$ is, abused you. 202:05,027[A ]| ~~ But that$6#2$ small fault today 202:05,028[A ]| May be excused, we have done it enough in$4$ the play. 202:06,000[' ]| 202:06,000[' ]| 202:06,000[' ]| 202:06,000[' ]| 202:06,001[A ]| As timorous favourites that$6#1$ have slighted long 202:06,002[A ]| A faction, which$6#1$ at last they find grow strong, 202:06,003[A ]| Think with themselves how they betime may close 202:06,004[A ]| And make a peace with their prevailing foes, 202:06,005[A ]| So our young ladies almost dead with fear 202:06,006[A ]| Reflect on$4$ all they may have angered here, 202:06,007[A ]| And with a flattering Prologue would excuse 202:06,008[A ]| The scorn and rigour which$6#1$ they once did use. 202:06,009[A ]| This humble errand I am sent to$9$ do 202:06,010[A ]| But it would ill become our sex to$9$ woo, 202:06,011[A ]| Nor shall we need it sure to$4$ such as you. 202:06,012[A ]| Methinks you should not rail at us today 202:06,013[A ]| And you are too gallant to$9$ mind the play. 202:06,014[A ]| But though you do, we hope at last each scene 202:06,015[A ]| Where we shall act will$1$ take, though never so$5#1$ mean. 202:06,016[A ]| In$4$ a fine lady's mouth all fine will$1$ show 202:06,017[A ]| As winds blow sweet when they through gardens blow. 202:06,018[A ]| Use well the power we put into your hands, 202:06,019[A ]| And know, long at its height no$2$ empire stands. 202:06,020[A ]| You were at ours, we at your mercy now 202:06,021[A ]| And must like$4$ vassals to$4$ our vassals bow. 202:06,022[A ]| Yet my brisk monsieurs be not too severe 202:06,023[A ]| You have but a little time to$9$ domineer, 202:06,024[A ]| And every jest of yours may cost you dear. 202:06,025[A ]| It is but like$4$ royal slaves, this night you reign: 202:06,026[A ]| The play once done, we shall be crowned again, 202:06,027[A ]| And you, poor captives, must resume your chain. 202:06,028[A ]| Then do your worst, we will$1$ the shock abide, 202:06,029[A ]| You can at most but a feigned love deride; 202:06,030[A ]| When in$4$ good earnest you shall come to$9$ woo, 202:06,031[A ]| It will$1$ be then our turn to$9$ laugh at you. 202:07,000[' ]| 202:07,000[' ]| 202:07,001[A ]| For$4$ this day's treatment you have paid too dear: 202:07,002[A ]| Your best beloved diversion is not here; 202:07,003[A ]| All you are now like$5$ to$9$ have is a dull play: 202:07,004[A ]| The Wells have stolen the vizard masks away. 202:07,005[A ]| Now punk in$4$ penitential drink begins 202:07,006[A ]| To$9$ purge the surfeit of her London sins. 202:07,007[A ]| Their loves have been overstocked, and but make stop 202:07,008[A ]| For$4$ a new tillage towards another crop. 202:07,009[A ]| It is seasonable sometimes to$9$ forbear: 202:07,010[A ]| Alas it is not harvest all the year. 202:07,011[A ]| Though heated they like$4$ tattered ships keep in$5$: 202:07,012[A ]| They stay but to$9$ refit, then launch again. 202:07,013[A ]| Be honest then one day, and patient sit 202:07,014[A ]| With neither bawdy in$4$ the play nor pit. 202:07,015[A ]| And though thus far you to$4$ your loss are come, 202:07,016[A ]| What is yet still worse: you must drive empty home. 202:07,017[A ]| Nor when play is done need the shamefaced debauch 202:07,018[A ]| Change the guilt chariot for$4$ the hackney coach. 202:07,019[A ]| Then since our sober audience denies 202:07,020[A ]| You furious men of prey all hopes of prize, 202:07,021[A ]| To$9$ see the play should be your only ends: 202:07,022[A ]| We will$1$ then presume you are the author's friends. 202:07,023[A ]| And though you miss your dear delights, you may 202:07,024[A ]| Be to$4$ the poet kind, and clap the play: 202:07,025[A ]| Your hands are now employed no$2$ other way. 202:08,000[' ]| 202:08,001[A ]| This play, like$4$ country girl come up$5$ to$4$ town, 202:08,002[A ]| Longed to$9$ appear fine, in$4$ jewels, and rich gown; 202:08,003[A ]| And so$3$, 202:08,004[A ]| Hoping its pride you courtiers would support, 202:08,005[A ]| To$9$ please you, lost its maidenhead at court. 202:08,006[A ]| Puffed with the glittering of your gaudy charms, 202:08,007[A ]| It feared to$9$ meet no$2$ danger in$4$ your arms; 202:08,008[A ]| And though the harshest censures be its due, 202:08,009[A ]| Yet kinder usage it deserves from you. 202:08,010[A ]| A generous gallant, though tired and cloyed, 202:08,011[A ]| Should still speak well of what he has enjoyed. 202:08,012[A ]| Should you damn this, you would yourselves reproach: 202:08,013[A ]| It is barbarous to$9$ defame what you debauch. 202:08,014[A ]| Nay, now you have cast off, yet do not frown, 202:08,015[A ]| Though like$4$ the refuge of a miss of the town 202:08,016[A ]| It is turned common: yours for$4$ half a crown. 202:08,017[A ]| It was generous at court and did for$4$ love, 202:08,018[A ]| But does for$4$ profit to$4$ the stage remove. 202:08,019[A ]| Women and wit on$4$ equal scores begin, 202:08,020[A ]| Love and affection first may make them sin, 202:08,021[A ]| They trade for$4$ interest when they are once got in$5$. 202:08,022[A ]| But for$4$ you, sirs, who$6#1$ censure but not write, 202:08,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ do in$4$ wit as some in$4$ war delight, 202:08,024[A ]| Whose courages do not much care to$9$ fight 202:08,025[A ]| (But though they can not of scars nor conquests vapour, 202:08,026[A ]| They can draw sieges and take towns in$4$ paper), 202:08,027[A ]| You it will$1$ be hard to$9$ please: 202:08,028[A ]| Critics whose saving and condemning still 202:08,029[A ]| Is not your act of judgement, but your will$0$, 202:08,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ equal choice in$4$ plays as faces make: 202:08,031[A ]| What you resolve, not what deserves shall take. 202:08,032[A ]| Thus your applause resembles your amours: 202:08,033[A ]| Have we not seen (O love's almighty powers!) 202:08,034[A ]| A wench with tallow looks and winter face 202:08,035[A ]| Continue on$5$ man's favourite seven years' space? 202:08,036[A ]| Some ravishing knack in$4$ the sport and some brisk motion 202:08,037[A ]| Keeps the gilt coach and the gallant's devotion. 202:08,038[A ]| Be to$4$ this toy thus kind, and you will$1$ raise 202:08,039[A ]| Much better fancies to$9$ write better plays. 202:08,040[A ]| When meaner faces are used kindly by$4$ ye, 202:08,041[A ]| What power have greater beauties to$9$ deny ye? 202:08,042[A ]| So$3$ your kind smiles advance the scribbling trade: 202:08,043[A ]| To$9$ get good plays you must excuse the bad. 202:09,000[' ]| 202:09,000[' ]| 202:09,001[A ]| Plays without scene, machine, or dance, to$9$ hit 202:09,002[A ]| Must make up$5$ the defect of show with wit; 202:09,003[A ]| As sometimes coarse girl takes in$4$ homely gown 202:09,004[A ]| Whose beauty, though it is little, is her own, 202:09,005[A ]| Before a gaudy flutterer of the town. 202:09,006[A ]| So$3$ it is with plays; and though a gaudy sight 202:09,007[A ]| (Song, dance, and show more briskly move delight, 202:09,008[A ]| And there the advantage get over plain-dressed sense), 202:09,009[A ]| Yet wit and object have this difference: 202:09,010[A ]| As poor raw girls express in$4$ their love's arms 202:09,011[A ]| With untaught kindness their unpractised charms, 202:09,012[A ]| Whilst a town mistress, with a much more gay 202:09,013[A ]| And lively air does the amorous wanton play, 202:09,014[A ]| Yet they in$4$ this perfection get the start: 202:09,015[A ]| Their excellence is nature, hers but art. 202:09,016[A ]| Yet still it is object has a power most strong: 202:09,017[A ]| Nature it is true delights you, but not long, 202:09,018[A ]| It is fine plays draw an everlasting throng. 202:09,019[A ]| So$3$ with plain girls one night or two you will$1$ sleep, 202:09,020[A ]| But a gay mistress for$4$ whole years you will$1$ keep. 202:09,021[A ]| Yet though your kindness lies another way, 202:09,022[A ]| Our modest author humbly begs he may 202:09,023[A ]| Crowd in$5$ this entertainment; for$4$ one night 202:09,024[A ]| Divert, though not content your appetite. 202:10,000[' ]| 202:10,001[A ]| Ladies, this play our author stole from you: 202:10,002[A ]| Here he your anger, there your influence drew; 202:10,003[A ]| And whilst such love, and such revenge he made, 202:10,004[A ]| He both your honour and your charms surveyed. 202:10,005[A ]| From you then let this play protection take, 202:10,006[A ]| Whilst beauties judge the characters they make. 202:10,007[A ]| But such a lover as you have seen today 202:10,008[A ]| I fear you rarely meet but in$4$ a play. 202:10,009[A ]| Marriage, it is true, goes on$5$ in$4$ the old road, 202:10,010[A ]| But dying lovers are quite out of mode: 202:10,011[A ]| Search but the calendar and I am mistaken 202:10,012[A ]| If you finds saints or martyrs of Love's making. 202:10,013[A ]| No$2$, courtiers now take a quite different way: 202:10,014[A ]| As, madam, you are so$5#1$ pretty and so$5#1$ gay, 202:10,015[A ]| Gad take me, I could throw a heart away 202:10,016[A ]| On$4$ such a charming rogue. Come, is it a match? 202:10,017[A ]| Hang studying, there is nothing like$4$ dispatch. 202:10,018[A ]| I am for$4$ marrying whilst our bloods are hot, 202:10,019[A ]| You shall have coach and jointure, and what not. 202:10,020[A ]| So$3$ if she likes her man, the fort is won; 202:10,021[A ]| If not, they kiss and part, and no$2$ harm is done. 202:10,022[A ]| As for$4$ despairing lovers to$9$ hang, stab, drown, 202:10,023[A ]| Or run mad when their cruel ladies frown, 202:10,024[A ]| There is no$2$ such thing in$4$ Nature. So$5#1$ much rage 202:10,025[A ]| Is none of the diseases of this age. 202:10,026[A ]| But though your charms such worthless captives take, 202:10,027[A ]| And through the age's lightness rarely make, 202:10,028[A ]| Amongst all your numerous slaves, one sacrifice 202:10,029[A ]| Who$6#1$ at the feet of a harsh mistress dies: 202:10,030[A ]| The fault is not in$4$ your beauty, but their eyes. 202:11,000[' ]| 202:11,000[' ]| 202:11,001[A ]| When your forefathers did our judges sit, 202:11,002[A ]| And spite and malice were not counted wit, 202:11,003[A ]| Men's appetites lay quite a different way: 202:11,004[A ]| They came to$4$ a playhouse then to$9$ like$1$ a play; 202:11,005[A ]| They came to$9$ meet diversion from the stage, 202:11,006[A ]| But it is not that$6#2$ that$6#1$ brings you here this age. 202:11,007[A ]| Since custom amongst the gallants of the pit 202:11,008[A ]| Has made confederacy the badge of wit, 202:11,009[A ]| That$6#2$ mode of liking plays is as much out 202:11,010[A ]| As it is to$9$ go to$4$ church to$9$ be devout. 202:11,011[A ]| Fancy and wit can no$2$ more please you here 202:11,012[A ]| Than faith and reason can convert you there. 202:11,013[A ]| Incorrigible you resolve you will$1$ be 202:11,014[A ]| And prayers have no$2$ more power than poetry. 202:11,015[A ]| And faith, to$9$ make comparisons in$4$ both cases, 202:11,016[A ]| Much the same business brings you to$4$ both places: 202:11,017[A ]| It is not the plays invite you, nor the poet: 202:11,018[A ]| Good company and assignations do it. 202:11,019[A ]| And so$3$ you come too to$4$ a pulpit treat 202:11,020[A ]| To$9$ like$1$ the guests more than the fare you meet; 202:11,021[A ]| And gad, I think the cause is much at one 202:11,022[A ]| Why you the poet as the priests run down: 202:11,023[A ]| In$4$ a smart prologue or satiric play 202:11,024[A ]| He tells you of your sins as well as they. 202:11,025[A ]| But since you are desperate and you defy us 202:11,026[A ]| To$9$ make you kind, and them to$9$ make you pious: 202:11,027[A ]| For$4$ your lost state which$6#1$ will$1$ be best? To$9$ pray 202:11,028[A ]| In$4$ the huffing author's or mild parson's way? 202:11,029[A ]| And cry with this: Have mercy on$4$ you, Heaven, 202:11,030[A ]| Grant you more grace and be your sins forgiven, 202:11,031[A ]| Or else with the other in$4$ an angry style: 202:11,032[A ]| Death can not wit, nor sense deserve a smile? 202:11,033[A ]| If no$2$ good usage, cost, nor pains can make ye 202:11,034[A ]| Less spiteful, and more kind, the Devil take ye. 202:12,000[' ]| 202:12,001[A ]| Well, a romantic and a slaughtering lass 202:12,002[A ]| With the hectors of the pit will$1$ never pass. 202:12,003[A ]| I said as much, but the insipid ass 202:12,004[A ]| Would needs write on$5$, and told me that$3$ his muse 202:12,005[A ]| Had history and truth for$4$ her excuse. 202:12,006[A ]| Nay, if he would have it so$5#2$, what is that$6#2$ to$4$ me? 202:12,007[A ]| I told him I loved fighting more than he 202:12,008[A ]| And would refuse no$2$ honourable terms. 202:12,009[A ]| And so$3$ ~~ 202:12,010[A ]| From stripling Cupid grew a man of arms; 202:12,011[A ]| And though these martial dresses are not common, 202:12,012[A ]| Well-armed you will$1$ find it hard to$9$ foil a woman. 202:12,013[A ]| Think not our courage for$4$ our sex less bold, 202:12,014[A ]| Nor us so$5#1$ brittle but our strength can hold; 202:12,015[A ]| For$4$, fighting gallants, when you led the dance, 202:12,016[A ]| Some of our sex went after you to$4$ France 202:12,017[A ]| And female bully into breeches got 202:12,018[A ]| Some say the last sea fight stood cannon shot. 202:12,019[A ]| Why may not women have as generous ends 202:12,020[A ]| In$4$ conquering enemies as obliging friends? 202:12,021[A ]| So$5#1$ fair a theme I could with ease pursue, 202:12,022[A ]| But, so$5#1$ much for$4$ ours; now for$4$ the poet's due: 202:12,023[A ]| Our author, as the humble fops still say, 202:12,024[A ]| Begs you would be favourable to$4$ his play. 202:12,025[A ]| But I say: No$7$, do not your censures spare; 202:12,026[A ]| Be ill-natured, do, and damn it ~~ if you dare. 202:12,027[A ]| Come hither ~~ 202:12,028[A ]| Does not that$6#2$ whispering, wry-faced gang that$6#1$ got in$4$ 202:12,029[A ]| Yon corner, look as if they were a-plotting 202:12,030[A ]| Against the play? 202:12,031[A ]| Yes, what then? 202:12,032[A ]| Do they so$5#2$? 202:12,033[A ]| Death, I will$1$ be with them. 202:12,034[A ]| Hold, hold. 202:12,035[A ]| Let me go: 202:12,036[A ]| Is it not enough that$3$ they run poets down 202:12,037[A ]| And damn you and your plays for$4$ their half-crown, 202:12,038[A ]| But they must stare, look big, and hector us? 202:12,039[A ]| Are all our kindnesses requited thus? 202:12,040[A ]| Did not the boys act women's parts last age 202:12,041[A ]| Till we in$4$ pity to$4$ the barren stage 202:12,042[A ]| Came to$9$ reform your eyes that$6#1$ went astray 202:12,043[A ]| And taught you passion the true English way? 202:12,044[A ]| Have not the women of the stage done this, 202:12,045[A ]| Nay, took all shapes, and used most means to$9$ please? 202:12,046[A ]| How many of us, you naughty men, you know 202:12,047[A ]| Have used you but too well? Nay and some few 202:12,048[A ]| (But not too much of that$6#2$) been constant too? 202:12,049[A ]| And if to$9$ damn us now is our reward 202:12,050[A ]| I say no$2$ more, but ~~ faith, it is very hard. 202:13,000[' ]| 202:13,000[' ]| 202:13,001[A ]| Applause is grown a strange coy mistress now: 202:13,002[A ]| Courted by$4$ all, and yet obtained by$4$ few. 202:13,003[A ]| It is true, when any favourite plays appear, 202:13,004[A ]| Then kindness and good nature brings you here, 202:13,005[A ]| And to$9$ secure the censures of the town 202:13,006[A ]| The pit is filled with friends in$4$ the forenoon; 202:13,007[A ]| And those five long expecting hours you stay 202:13,008[A ]| Are spent in$4$ making proselytes to$4$ the play. 202:13,009[A ]| Such favour is not common, nor are wit 202:13,010[A ]| And sense the only means of gaining it. 202:13,011[A ]| That$6#2$ happy man, the author you commend, 202:13,012[A ]| Must be at once a poet and a friend, 202:13,013[A ]| Honoured by$4$ the acquaintance of the great, 202:13,014[A ]| His conversation eminent as his wit. 202:13,015[A ]| And, as the effect of your kind influence, 202:13,016[A ]| We have seen such refined fancy, so$5#1$ much sense, 202:13,017[A ]| Such plays as do deserve so$5#1$ much applause, 202:13,018[A ]| They need no$2$ favour to$9$ support their cause. 202:13,019[A ]| But since our author wants that$6#2$ interest 202:13,020[A ]| And those perfections which$6#1$ delight you best, 202:13,021[A ]| And none of those kind leading votes can boast, 202:13,022[A ]| Let not his play for$4$ his hard fate be lost. 202:13,023[A ]| What if your author be not one of you? 202:13,024[A ]| Wit should like$4$ coin pass current from a Jew 202:13,025[A ]| And should not its esteem like$4$ medals hold 202:13,026[A ]| Where the image more than weight gives price to$4$ the gold. 202:13,027[A ]| Gallants, let wit the fate of beauty find: 202:13,028[A ]| Be to$4$ it, wheresoever you meet it, kind; 202:13,029[A ]| I am sure variety best pleases there. 202:13,030[A ]| The mistress you maintain gay, brisk, and fair 202:13,031[A ]| Does not so$5#1$ much your stock of kindness reap 202:13,032[A ]| But you can spend some hours on$4$ joys more cheap. 202:13,033[A ]| And so$3$ ~~ 202:13,034[A ]| On$4$ humble writers let some favours fall, 202:13,035[A ]| Let not the dons of wit engross you all. 202:14,000[' ]| 202:14,001[A ]| How many has our rhymer killed today? 202:14,002[A ]| What need of siege and conquest in$4$ a play, 202:14,003[A ]| When Love can do the work as well as they? 202:14,004[A ]| Yet it is such Love as you have scarce met before: 202:14,005[A ]| Such Love, I am sure, as English ground never bore. 202:14,006[A ]| Had half the injured ladies of this age 202:14,007[A ]| His Roxolana's kindness and her rage, 202:14,008[A ]| What heaps on$4$ heaps of female sufferers here 202:14,009[A ]| Would your good men make martyrs in$4$ one year? 202:14,010[A ]| But, thanks to$4$ Heaven, you have not her fond disease: 202:14,011[A ]| Even let them range and wander where they please. 202:14,012[A ]| You are not such fools to$9$ think of poisoning yet, 202:14,013[A ]| You want her love, but you have twice her wit; 202:14,014[A ]| Dying is a mode your wiser thoughts condemn, 202:14,015[A ]| You have a more pleasing way to$9$ punish them. 202:14,016[A ]| And should our brood of gallants take this rule 202:14,017[A ]| And turn such lovers as his Persian fool, 202:14,018[A ]| Kind husband then might peaceably discover 202:14,019[A ]| An assignation made betwixt spouse and lover; 202:14,020[A ]| Leave you at cribbage, let you see a play, 202:14,021[A ]| Or take the air in$4$ a fair summer's day; 202:14,022[A ]| Let you stay out in$4$ masquerade whole nights 202:14,023[A ]| With twenty other innocent delights 202:14,024[A ]| And no$2$ harm done. ~~ And yet how wild soever 202:14,025[A ]| The humours of this brisk mad age appear, 202:14,026[A ]| It is ten to$4$ one but the author still will$1$ say 202:14,027[A ]| Your virtues were the patterns of his play, 202:14,028[A ]| And swear you down, 202:14,029[A ]| His love and honour both were stolen from you 202:14,030[A ]| And from your features he his heroes drew. 202:14,031[A ]| There is never a comic writer but will$1$ say 202:14,032[A ]| You are all of you the patterns of his play, 202:14,033[A ]| Yet takes your pictures at so$5#1$ damned a light, 202:14,034[A ]| Paints you so$5#1$ ugly that$3$ your looks would fright, 202:14,035[A ]| And yet their plays are your most dear delight. 202:14,036[A ]| Why in$4$ your hearts may not the heroics share? 202:14,037[A ]| Those make you worse, these better than you are. 202:14,038[A ]| And flatterers sure should not successless prove 202:14,039[A ]| When those that$6#1$ do abuse you have your love. 202:15,000[' ]| 202:15,000[' ]| 202:15,001[A ]| Well, gallants, when we tell you we have been just 202:15,002[A ]| To$4$ the renowned Guarini's sacred dust, 202:15,003[A ]| And to$9$ secure your good opinions, say 202:15,004[A ]| We have brought an admired relic into play, 202:15,005[A ]| Methinks I hear a young brisk critic swear: 202:15,006[A ]| Ounds, do they think we are antiquaries here? 202:15,007[A ]| Rot the dull rhyming fops of the last age! 202:15,008[A ]| Damn them, they will$1$ bring the British bards of the stage. 202:15,009[A ]| There is your condemning vote. Of all mankind, 202:15,010[A ]| Unhappy writers the least mercy find. 202:15,011[A ]| A play, but for$4$ one fault in$4$ the design: 202:15,012[A ]| A hobbling verse, dull thought, or a flat line, 202:15,013[A ]| Is lost beyond the power of a reprieve. 202:15,014[A ]| Yet there are greater faults you can forgive: 202:15,015[A ]| As, for$4$ example, some of you by$4$ fate 202:15,016[A ]| And your kind parents, get a great estate, 202:15,017[A ]| And, having other ways to$9$ employ your wit 202:15,018[A ]| Than in$4$ the foolish care of keeping it, 202:15,019[A ]| Straight a grave, sober guardian steward comes 202:15,020[A ]| To$9$ read your papers and to$9$ count your sums, 202:15,021[A ]| Whom we soon see by$4$ industry and care 202:15,022[A ]| Out of his three-score pounds' allowance, clear 202:15,023[A ]| In$4$ seven years' space, a thousand pounds a year: 202:15,024[A ]| Yet he, good honest man, shall be forgiven. 202:15,025[A ]| Another keeps a miss the modish way, 202:15,026[A ]| And when poor duns, quite weary, will$1$ not stay, 202:15,027[A ]| The hopeless squire is into Alsatia driven, 202:15,028[A ]| Yet pretty charming sinner is forgiven. 202:15,029[A ]| And yet these very men, for$4$ three hours spent 202:15,030[A ]| At a dull play, what rage and fire they will$1$ vent! 202:15,031[A ]| Since greater losses go so$5#1$ easily down, 202:15,032[A ]| Faith, gallants, do not pine for$4$ half a crown. 202:16,000[' ]| 202:16,001[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not damn a silly rhyming fop 202:16,002[A ]| When there is scarce a foreman of a shop 202:16,003[A ]| With sense of animal, and face of stoic 202:16,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ courts poor tawdry sempstress in$4$ heroic, 202:16,005[A ]| Will$1$ make ye rhymes on$4$ cakes and ale, rehearse 202:16,006[A ]| A holiday's treat at Islington in$4$ verse? 202:16,007[A ]| Rhyming, which$6#1$ once had got so$5#1$ much your passion, 202:16,008[A ]| When it became the lumber of the nation, 202:16,009[A ]| Like$4$ vests, your seven years' love, grew out of fashion. 202:16,010[A ]| Great subjects and grave poets please no$2$ more, 202:16,011[A ]| Their high strains now to$4$ humble farce must lower. 202:16,012[A ]| So$3$ strutting gallant in$4$ his burly vest 202:16,013[A ]| And in$4$ his loose full-bodied tunic dressed, 202:16,014[A ]| All on$4$ a sudden to$4$ thin-gutted paunch, 202:16,015[A ]| A slim French jerkin, breeches close to$4$ haunch, 202:16,016[A ]| Was grown so$5#1$ changed, you would swear the slender imp 202:16,017[A ]| Was dwindled from a lobster to$4$ a shrimp. 202:16,018[A ]| And as with habits, so$3$ it is with the stage: 202:16,019[A ]| Fashion is all the beauty of the age. 202:16,020[A ]| And yet, though (thanks be to$4$ our happy stars) 202:16,021[A ]| We have fools enough, good comedies are scarce 202:16,022[A ]| And, faith, it is very strange, fops being so$5#1$ plenty, 202:16,023[A ]| There is not one hits your pictures right in$4$ twenty. 202:16,024[A ]| And, gad, the reason I have thought upon$5$: 202:16,025[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ variety of fop you run, 202:16,026[A ]| Your features change before half your picture is done. 202:16,027[A ]| Be but more constant, fool, but on$4$ one way 202:16,028[A ]| And sit but out the finishing a play. 202:16,029[A ]| And gentlemen, my honest word I will$1$ pawn: 202:16,030[A ]| You may be better pleased, and better drawn. 202:17,000[' ]| 202:17,001[A ]| Preface and Prologue are such modish toys, 202:17,002[A ]| Books are not without this, nor without that$6#2$ plays. 202:17,003[A ]| Welcome, gallants! and ladies of the May, 202:17,004[A ]| You shall be courted modishly today 202:17,005[A ]| Because without you, there had been no$2$ play. 202:17,006[A ]| As to$4$ our play's original: we will$1$ first 202:17,007[A ]| Do right to$4$ famed Guarini's sacred dust, 202:17,008[A ]| Its learned author. Nor let it be decried 202:17,009[A ]| Because all is Italian, nothing is Frenchified. 202:17,010[A ]| For$3$ plays (you know) like$4$ clothes submit to$4$ mode, 202:17,011[A ]| And that$6#2$ is but dull that$6#1$ keeps the common road. 202:17,012[A ]| We care not for$4$ that$6#2$ ~~ For$3$ here, sirs, nought you will$1$ have 202:17,013[A ]| But what is noble, sage, wise, solid, grave. 202:17,014[A ]| Stern Cato a spectator might be here 202:17,015[A ]| And modest virgins may unmasked appear. 202:17,016[A ]| You have comedy in$4$ its most ancient dress 202:17,017[A ]| As when of old, carted through villages. 202:17,018[A ]| Here is then no$2$ place for$4$ the sparks and the blades of the times 202:17,019[A ]| (Valuing themselves upon$4$ their garb, their crimes) 202:17,020[A ]| Who$6#1$ scoff at us poor bumpkins, whose defence 202:17,021[A ]| Is our simplicity, our innocence. 202:17,022[A ]| To$9$ please such fops (for$3$ mortally we hate them) 202:17,023[A ]| We will$1$ never attempt. ~~ 202:17,024[A ]| In$4$ short, you have here the passions rudely dressed 202:17,025[A ]| To$9$ act their parts, if Fear balks not the rest: 202:17,026[A ]| Here is coy Love, flattering Hope, cold Desperation, 202:17,027[A ]| Enlivening Joys, fawning Dissimulation, 202:17,028[A ]| Pleasing Revenge, easy Credulity, 202:17,029[A ]| Fondness, Moroseness, Rage, and Cruelty 202:17,030[A ]| Charmed into Pity. Here are Love's fatigues, 202:17,031[A ]| Its toils, and lover's wit, counsels, intrigues. 202:17,032[A ]| And if all this will$1$ not take, stop here ~~ for$4$ not 202:17,033[A ]| (As I am a sinner) one word of the plot. 202:17,034[A ]| For$3$, since it is at your choice to$9$ clap or hiss, 202:17,035[A ]| Expect the rest; if well, we do in$4$ this 202:17,036[A ]| Your patience crave, pardon in$4$ what is amiss. 202:18,000[' ]| 202:18,001[A ]| Gallants! The stage is cleared and I am come 202:18,002[A ]| To$9$ hear the actors' kind or fatal doom. 202:18,003[A ]| Poor wretches! They, amused with anxious fears 202:18,004[A ]| Are fled, jealous they have forfeited their ears, 202:18,005[A ]| Though to$9$ be tried by$4$ you more than their peers. 202:18,006[A ]| Yet why should they a partial trial fear 202:18,007[A ]| Where you, fair ladies, influence the bar? 202:18,008[A ]| Where full of pity, as of state, you sit, 202:18,009[A ]| There needs no$2$ ignoramus to$9$ acquit. 202:18,010[A ]| Do like$4$ yourselves! Stem the moroser guise! 202:18,011[A ]| Cramp snarling critics and control the wise! 202:18,012[A ]| These all strike sail to$4$ you ~~ and are all blessed 202:18,013[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ such harbour can securely rest. 202:18,014[A ]| You will$1$ say the play is unmodish because old: 202:18,015[A ]| Alas! you will$1$ all be so$5#2$ ~~ good tales are oft ill told. 202:18,016[A ]| This seems to$9$ be our case. But, ladies, then 202:18,017[A ]| Most of you know, such striplings are not men, 202:18,018[A ]| And though your kindness call it or farce or play, 202:18,019[A ]| In$4$ truth it is neither but a rude essay. 202:18,020[A ]| Faith! then be kind, I do protest you had need 202:18,021[A ]| Accept this first time the good will$0$ for$4$ the deed. 202:18,022[A ]| This boon I only beg, grant this and then 202:18,023[A ]| We hope to$9$ tempt you hither once again. 202:18,024[A ]| Meantime, with parting thanks clown-like we treat ye 202:18,025[A ]| And in$4$ our homebred phrase can only say to$4$ ye 202:18,026[A ]| After an ill meal ~~ Friends! much good may it do to$4$ ye. 202:19,000[' ]| 202:19,000[' ]| 202:19,001[A ]| Gallants, I come to$9$ take my last adieu, 202:19,002[A ]| Bidding farewell to$4$ both the world and you. 202:19,003[A ]| A nunnery! Oh it is a popish place! 202:19,004[A ]| Never poor virgin, sure, had my sad case. 202:19,005[A ]| Has not our author used me very ill? 202:19,006[A ]| He makes me die a maid against my will$0$. 202:19,007[A ]| And yet the godly fool should be forgiven: 202:19,008[A ]| Alas! He meant it for$4$ the way to$4$ heaven. 202:19,009[A ]| Yet from your presence, and your love debarred, 202:19,010[A ]| Gallants, indeed, it is a little hard. 202:19,011[A ]| When first on$4$ cloister ground my feet I set, 202:19,012[A ]| Never poor girl was put in$4$ such a sweat: 202:19,013[A ]| All on$4$ a sudden, from his cell there ran 202:19,014[A ]| A hideous, terrible, rough-bearded man; 202:19,015[A ]| Cried, My dear daughter, and then clasped me fast 202:19,016[A ]| Like$4$ hangman, with a halter round his waist. 202:19,017[A ]| But walking farther on$4$ this sacred ground 202:19,018[A ]| The shifted scene more pleasant grew; I found 202:19,019[A ]| An aged, reverend matron compassed round 202:19,020[A ]| With a fair train of nymphs; to$4$ her they all 202:19,021[A ]| Paid homage and their Mother Abbess call. 202:19,022[A ]| Their mother! Blessing on$4$ your heart, said I, 202:19,023[A ]| I never saw so$5#1$ fair a progeny. 202:19,024[A ]| But, Are these pretty ladies all your own? 202:19,025[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ she answered in$4$ an angry tone: 202:19,026[A ]| Let me no$2$ more these idle bugwords hear. 202:19,027[A ]| Fie, foolish girl, we are all virgins here! 202:19,028[A ]| Virgins! Oh heaven! What will$1$ become of me? 202:19,029[A ]| Must I then live that$6#2$ dismal day to$9$ see, 202:19,030[A ]| Be such another stale old maid as she? 202:19,031[A ]| Well! Had the virgins of both theatres 202:19,032[A ]| Begun their early penance at my years, 202:19,033[A ]| What numerous intrigues had then been crossed, 202:19,034[A ]| Lord, what a world of keeping fops we had lost! 202:20,000[' ]| 202:20,000[' ]| 202:20,001[A ]| How finely would the sparks be catched today 202:20,002[A ]| Should a Whig poet write a Tory play! 202:20,003[A ]| And you, possessed with rage before, should send 202:20,004[A ]| Your random shot abroad, and maul a friend. 202:20,005[A ]| For$3$ you, we find, too often hiss or clap 202:20,006[A ]| (Just as you live, speak, think, and fight) by$4$ hap. 202:20,007[A ]| And poets, we all know, can change, like$4$ you, 202:20,008[A ]| And are alone to$4$ their own interest true; 202:20,009[A ]| Can write against all sense, nay even their own: 202:20,010[A ]| The vehicle, called pension, makes it down. 202:20,011[A ]| No$2$ fear of cudgels where there is hope of bread: 202:20,012[A ]| A well-filled paunch forgets a broken head. 202:20,013[A ]| But our dull fop on$4$ every side is damned: 202:20,014[A ]| He has his play with love and honour crammed. 202:20,015[A ]| Rot your old-fashioned hero in$4$ romance, 202:20,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ a lady's quarrel breaks a lance! 202:20,017[A ]| Give us the modish feat of honour done 202:20,018[A ]| With eighteen well-chewed bullets in$4$ one gun. 202:20,019[A ]| Charged but with eighteen bullets? did I say ~~ 202:20,020[A ]| Damn it, if that$6#2$ will$1$ not do, we will$1$ bring one day 202:20,021[A ]| Queen Bess's pocket pistol into play. 202:20,022[A ]| Give us heroic worthies of renown 202:20,023[A ]| With a revenging rival's mortal frown, 202:20,024[A ]| Not by$4$ dividing oceans kept asunder; 202:20,025[A ]| Whilst angry spark comes on$5$, like$4$ Jove, with thunder, 202:20,026[A ]| Gives out in$4$ Harlem Gazette blood and wounds 202:20,027[A ]| In$4$ foreign fray to$9$ skulk on$4$ English ground, 202:20,028[A ]| And scorning duels, a poor prize at sharps, 202:20,029[A ]| He only fights for$4$ fame in$4$ counterscarps. 202:20,030[A ]| Do not you follow his revenge and fury: 202:20,031[A ]| Be you those tender-hearted things, his jury. 202:20,032[A ]| Give us Old Bailey mercy for$4$ our play ~~ 202:20,033[A ]| Ah no$7$! No$2$ prayers nor bribes your hearts can sway, 202:20,034[A ]| Your cruel talents lie the other way. 202:20,035[A ]| Critics are Polish bullies, fire and lightning all, 202:20,036[A ]| The blunderbuss goes off, and where you hit you maul. 202:21,000[' ]| 202:21,001[A ]| Ladies, the poet knew no$2$ better way 202:21,002[A ]| Than to$9$ send me to$9$ prattle for$4$ his play. 202:21,003[A ]| I am your Cupid, and you can not sure 202:21,004[A ]| Drive such a small, young beggar from your door. 202:21,005[A ]| Do you be but as kind as you are fair, 202:21,006[A ]| And by$4$ my quiver, bow and darts I swear 202:21,007[A ]| The little tiny God whose help you want 202:21,008[A ]| Shall hear your prayers and all your wishes grant: 202:21,009[A ]| The country lady shall come up$5$ to$4$ town 202:21,010[A ]| And shine in$4$ her old coach and her new gown; 202:21,011[A ]| The city wife shall leave her poor Tom Farthing 202:21,012[A ]| And take a harmless walk to$4$ Covent Garden; 202:21,013[A ]| Those very eyes shall still look young and gay 202:21,014[A ]| That$6#1$ conquered on$4$ the coronation day. 202:21,015[A ]| And you the brighter beauties of the court, 202:21,016[A ]| You who$6#1$ the world undo, but stage support, 202:21,017[A ]| You shall subdue all hearts, while I sit still: 202:21,018[A ]| I will$1$ break my bow and leave your eyes to$9$ kill. 202:21,019[A ]| Nay the court star, your beauties to$9$ advance 202:21,020[A ]| Has left her darling sphere to$9$ set in$4$ France. 203:00,000@@@@@| 203:00,000[' ]| 203:01,000[' ]| 203:01,000[' ]| 203:01,001[A ]| The learned sons of Athens have thought good 203:01,002[A ]| (Long heard, but never seen, felt nor understood) 203:01,003[A ]| In$4$ complacence, no$2$ longer stout nor proud, 203:01,004[A ]| For$4$ once to$9$ unmask and peep from out their cloud. 203:01,005[A ]| Believe it: it is no$2$ small condescending graces 203:01,006[A ]| When such Seraphics come to$9$ show their faces. 203:01,007[A ]| But have a care how it is you look before ye, 203:01,008[A ]| And gaze too long, too bold on$4$ such full glory. 203:01,009[A ]| And now, sirs, to$9$ our great heroic drama, 203:01,010[A ]| The history of our fair heirs of Fama:<10> 203:01,011[A ]| Art's brazen leaves, and Wisdom's massiest volume, 203:01,012[A ]| Learning's nil ultra, Wit's Herculean column, 203:01,013[A ]| Nature's surveyors general, the great all, 203:01,014[A ]| Athens, whose vast ecliptic girts the ball: 203:01,015[A ]| To$9$ these illustrious heroes kindly greeting 203:01,016[A ]| In$4$ elevated coffee cockloft meeting 203:01,017[A ]| Stage somewhat of the narrowest. ~~ But no$2$ matter, 203:01,018[A ]| To$9$ excuse our humble scenes and small theatre, 203:01,019[A ]| So$5#1$ cooped, so$5#1$ pent ~~ to$9$ own their larger due, 203:01,020[A ]| Such greatness should descend to$4$ mortal view<20> 203:01,021[A ]| In$4$ pomp and state, in$4$ full majestic mien, 203:01,022[A ]| Like$4$ their great Brentford brothers, in$4$ machine. 203:02,000[' ]| 203:02,000[' ]| 203:02,001[A ]| To$9$ gain your favourable smile today, 203:02,002[A ]| What a hard task has our unhappy play! 203:02,003[A ]| After so$5#1$ rich a feast of wit before, 203:02,004[A ]| Our coarser fare we fear is a treat too poor. 203:02,005[A ]| Yet let us consider, half our fears to$9$ ease, 203:02,006[A ]| What constitutions it is we have to$9$ please: 203:02,007[A ]| You, who$6#1$ when some bright Celia you have enjoyed, 203:02,008[A ]| How have we seen you, surfeited and cloyed 203:02,009[A ]| With the possession of those fairer charms, 203:02,010[A ]| Run to$4$ some little paltry dowdy's arms.<10> 203:02,011[A ]| Change, dear sweet change! 203:02,012[A ]| There you run on$5$ so$5#1$ fast, siege, battle, storm: 203:02,013[A ]| Could you your feats of war like those of love perform, 203:02,014[A ]| All so$5#1$ many young headlong Alexanders, 203:02,015[A ]| You would make a swinging nursery for$4$ Flanders. 203:02,016[A ]| That$6#2$ brisk, bold, pushing race! Lord, what a dance 203:02,017[A ]| Would such a set of heroes make in$4$ France! 203:02,018[A ]| Ah, sirs, so$5#1$ very fickle in$4$ your kisses, 203:02,019[A ]| Would you treat poets as you do your misses? 203:02,020[A ]| Let wit and love your equal graces share,<20> 203:02,021[A ]| Our humble scribbler then need never despair. 203:02,022[A ]| Ah, no$7$! ~~ 203:02,023[A ]| A poet may, perhaps, once in$4$ an age 203:02,024[A ]| Have the good fortune your kind hearts to$9$ engage; 203:02,025[A ]| They gain your favours slow, but then they last, 203:02,026[A ]| Your kind embrace they win and hold as fast. 203:02,027[A ]| With us, our sex alone, to$4$ your disgrace, 203:02,028[A ]| False men, you are every day for$4$ a new face: 203:02,029[A ]| Your volatile Mercury is all in$4$ love, 203:02,030[A ]| We are the mourning turtles of the grove.<30> 203:02,031[A ]| You are those wild strays, and fly so$5#1$ all at rovers, 203:02,032[A ]| You are beaux, wits, courtiers, everything but lovers; 203:02,033[A ]| Youth, beauty, virtue, all will$1$ do no$2$ good, 203:02,034[A ]| You are constant everywhere but where you should. 203:03,000[' ]| 203:03,001[A ]| Well, gentlemen, our author bids me say 203:03,002[A ]| He treats you with an out-of-fashion play. 203:03,003[A ]| His fair court miss, perked in$4$ her reigning glory, 203:03,004[A ]| In$4$ the late age had been a modish story, 203:03,005[A ]| But now the old dull tale will$1$ never do. 203:03,006[A ]| And yet I will$1$ swear, the play has something new: 203:03,007[A ]| New, did I say? Yes, if it has no$2$ more, 203:03,008[A ]| Here is two new legs you never saw before. 203:03,009[A ]| Nay, and what is more, they come to$9$ court you too: 203:03,010[A ]| Ay, sirs, you see what wonders you can do.<10> 203:03,011[A ]| Bring a young suppliant to$4$ those sweet faces 203:03,012[A ]| To$9$ beg to$4$ our poor play your kind good graces. 203:03,013[A ]| Faith, sirs, for$4$ once lay by$5$ your critic thunder, 203:03,014[A ]| Not for$4$ the senseless poet, hang him blunder, 203:03,015[A ]| But for$4$ our sakes your angry vengeance stay: 203:03,016[A ]| Consider, sirs, this is the women's play. 203:03,017[A ]| And when we woo your favour, sure you are 203:03,018[A ]| Not so$5#1$ hard-hearted to$9$ deny our prayer. 203:03,019[A ]| Besides, let me entreat, baulk not a poor 203:03,020[A ]| Petitioner that$6#1$ never begged before.<20> 203:03,021[A ]| Grant me but this first suit, a boon so$5#1$ easy, 203:03,022[A ]| And in$4$ return I will$1$ one day hope to$4$ please ye. 203:03,023[A ]| Encouraged by$4$ your smiles, a beam so$5#1$ fair, 203:03,024[A ]| Here is two good works at once, for$3$ I declare 203:03,025[A ]| You will$1$ both save a play and make a player. 203:04,000[' ]| 203:04,000[' ]| 203:04,001[A ]| To$9$ write a play is pure poetic rage, 203:04,002[A ]| For$3$ you are so$5#1$ hard to$9$ please in$4$ this nice age 203:04,003[A ]| Who$6#2$ less than mad would scribble for$4$ the stage? 203:04,004[A ]| Poets, of their new plays so$5#1$ vainly fond, 203:04,005[A ]| Mistake the bristol for$4$ the diamond, 203:04,006[A ]| But when revived Philaster does appear 203:04,007[A ]| We come secure, bring sterling merit here. 203:04,008[A ]| A staunch old orient, with true lustre dressed, 203:04,009[A ]| Wit that$6#1$ has stood the hammer, bore the test: 203:04,010[A ]| No$2$ poet shall by$4$ this day's doom be killed,<10> 203:04,011[A ]| We safely fight behind great Fletcher's shield. 203:04,012[A ]| That$6#2$ good old play Philaster never can fail, 203:04,013[A ]| But we young actors, how shall we prevail? 203:04,014[A ]| Philaster and Bellario, let me tell ye, 203:04,015[A ]| For$4$ those bold parts we have no$2$ Hart, no$2$ Nelly: 203:04,016[A ]| Those darlings of the stage that$6#1$ charmed you there, 203:04,017[A ]| Our feebler strength must of their heights despair. 203:04,018[A ]| We are tender buds, till you the lords of the soil 203:04,019[A ]| Warm us to$4$ life by$4$ your auspicious smile; 203:04,020[A ]| The elder heroes of the other stage<20> 203:04,021[A ]| Were striplings once of our young beardless age 203:04,022[A ]| And to$4$ perfection did not leap, but climb: 203:04,023[A ]| Merit is the product of long growth and time. 203:04,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ push for$4$ fame by$4$ fair degrees must strike: 203:04,025[A ]| A general in$4$ the field has trailed a pike. 203:04,026[A ]| Grant us this first, our trial year alone, 203:04,027[A ]| Expect performance when our wings are grown, 203:04,028[A ]| Let our pen-feathered strength this favour borrow, 203:04,029[A ]| Only to$9$ creep today, and soar tomorrow. 203:05,000[A ]| 203:05,001[A ]| Ladies, to$9$ supplicate our play's success, 203:05,002[A ]| Hither I am sent, a small ambassadress. 203:05,003[A ]| Once our Philaster was a lady's play, 203:05,004[A ]| And if in$4$ the last age so$5#1$ warm a ray 203:05,005[A ]| From that$6#2$ high sphere the glittering boxes shined, 203:05,006[A ]| Shall Beauty's bright succession be less kind? 203:05,007[A ]| If he pleased then, he must your favour share, 203:05,008[A ]| For$3$ goodness is entailed upon$4$ the fair. 203:05,009[A ]| I would implore the men's sweet kindness too, 203:05,010[A ]| But I am too young for$4$ their dear smiles to$9$ sue.<10> 203:05,011[A ]| Besides, what hopes has my weak eloquence, 203:05,012[A ]| My slender oratory, feeble sense! 203:05,013[A ]| Perhaps I may speak reason ~~ three years hence ~~ 203:05,014[A ]| Then a soft story whispered in$4$ your ear 203:05,015[A ]| Would be a tale you would be glad to$9$ hear. 203:05,016[A ]| However, though I am too young a face, 203:05,017[A ]| Kind gallants, in$4$ your eyes to$9$ hope for$4$ grace, 203:05,018[A ]| Yet for$4$ once let me my request obtain: 203:05,019[A ]| I beg this play may live, nor let me beg in$4$ vain. 203:05,020[A ]| Nay, sirs, if nothing else your smiles can buy,<20> 203:05,021[A ]| Be but so$5#1$ kind, out of mere policy, 203:05,022[A ]| To$9$ grant me my first suite, on$4$ these conditions, 203:05,023[A ]| That$3$ I may one day grant you your petitions. 203:06,000[' ]| 203:06,000[' ]| 203:06,001[A ]| They say young actors on$4$ the stage appear 203:06,002[A ]| At their first entry with a trembling fear; 203:06,003[A ]| And yet, methinks, by$4$ all that$6#1$ I can find, 203:06,004[A ]| The ladies look so$5#1$ gay, and men so$5#1$ kind 203:06,005[A ]| That$3$ all my trembling pains are vanished quite: 203:06,006[A ]| Are such fine folks so$5#1$ terrible a sight? 203:06,007[A ]| All that$6#1$ I see do rather please than fright. 203:06,008[A ]| Then I will$1$ be bold, and tell you I am sent 203:06,009[A ]| To$9$ make ~~ Make what? ~~ the poet's compliment. 203:06,010[A ]| Not I indeed. ~~ Let him even sink or swim:<10> 203:06,011[A ]| Is it fit I should excuses find for$4$ him, 203:06,012[A ]| And be so$5#1$ vain to$9$ expect any grace 203:06,013[A ]| The very first time that$6#1$ I show my face? 203:06,014[A ]| I must confess I fain his friend would be, 203:06,015[A ]| But I had rather have you friends to$4$ me; 203:06,016[A ]| He has, alas, been used to$4$ Fortune's frown, 203:06,017[A ]| But if you treat me ill, I am undone. 203:06,018[A ]| Alas! I set up$5$ with a stock so$5#1$ small, 203:06,019[A ]| The first miscarriage would quite ruin all. 203:06,020[A ]| For$3$ if I now should break, where must I run?<20> 203:06,021[A ]| Privileged places are all quite put down. 203:06,022[A ]| But there is a way for$4$ you to$9$ help me yet, 203:06,023[A ]| For$3$ if I can not all your favours get 203:06,024[A ]| I hope you will$1$ grant one thing in$4$ my behalf: 203:06,025[A ]| Let me but have two-thirds, and I am safe. 203:07,000[' ]| 203:07,001[A ]| Welcome Beauty, all the charms 203:07,002[A ]| Sparkling in$4$ that$6#2$ orb of glory; 203:07,003[A ]| All to$4$ those protecting arms, 203:07,004[A ]| Thus we bend and kneel before ye. 203:07,005[A ]| If the Fates that$6#1$ rule below 203:07,006[A ]| All are smiling Heaven's creation, 203:07,007[A ]| We have no$2$ kind stars but you, 203:07,008[A ]| All in$4$ that$6#2$ fair constellation. 203:07,009[A ]| Smile then with a beam divine, 203:07,010[A ]| We will$1$ be blessed if you but shine;<10> 203:07,011[A ]| Happy then our pains and toils, 203:07,012[A ]| Wit only lives when Beauty smiles. 203:07,013[A ]| Your graces let the Muses share, 203:07,014[A ]| And in$4$ return they make this prayer: 203:07,015[A ]| In$4$ all your quiver 203:07,016[A ]| May there never 203:07,017[A ]| Want a shaft all hearts to$9$ gain; 203:07,018[A ]| Whilst all their duty 203:07,019[A ]| Paid to$4$ beauty 203:07,020[A ]| The great shall kneel and fair shall reign.<20> 203:08,000[' ]| 203:08,001[A ]| Gallants, 203:08,002[A ]| The author sends me here to$9$ win your hearts 203:08,003[A ]| With this full wig, and not his own deserts, 203:08,004[A ]| For$3$ he believes, and I suppose you know, 203:08,005[A ]| There is nothing pleases more than a young beau. 203:08,006[A ]| But yet the stage this day has done its best, 203:08,007[A ]| For$3$ it has furnished out a miser's feast; 203:08,008[A ]| And if this charge and pains should now be lost, 203:08,009[A ]| It were hard to$9$ shipwreck on$4$ a golden coast. 203:08,010[A ]| But, gentlemen and ladies, I must say, 203:08,011[A ]| Since I am chose champion to$9$ defend this play,<10> 203:08,012[A ]| I will$1$ do it: 203:08,013[A ]| And here, with sword in$4$ hand, declare 203:08,014[A ]| To$9$ justify it against all that$6#1$ dare 203:08,015[A ]| Strive to$9$ undo the painter and the player. 203:08,016[A ]| The poet, he, alas! only depends 203:08,017[A ]| On$4$ your good nature to$9$ become his friends. 203:08,018[A ]| But now, perhaps, you may believe I fear 203:08,019[A ]| To$9$ see this naked weapon. But I swear 203:08,020[A ]| I would fight our foes, did I not too well know 203:08,021[A ]| It would spoil my character of being a beau.<20> 203:08,022[A ]| Therefore, since I am good natured, be you kind, 203:08,023[A ]| For$3$, rat me, gentlemen, it was well designed. 203:08,024[A ]| But, pax upon$4$ them, it is all homespun cloth, 203:08,025[A ]| All from an English web and English growth. 203:08,026[A ]| But if we had let it make a costly dance 203:08,027[A ]| To$4$ Paris, and bring home some scenes from France, 203:08,028[A ]| I am sure it would take: For$3$ you, gadzoods, are civil, 203:08,029[A ]| And wish them well, that$6#1$ wish you at the Devil. 204:01,000@@@@@| 204:01,000[' ]| 204:01,000[' ]| 204:01,000[' ]| 204:01,001[' ]| In$4$ gloomy times, when priestcraft bore the sway 204:01,002[' ]| And made Heaven's gate a lock to$4$ their own key; 204:01,003[' ]| When ignorant devotes did blindly bow, 204:01,004[' ]| All groping to$9$ be saved they knew not how: 204:01,005[' ]| Whilst this Egyptian darkness did overwhelm, 204:01,006[' ]| The priest sat pilot even at empire's helm. 204:01,007[' ]| Then royal necks were yoked, and monarchs still 204:01,008[' ]| Held but their crowns at his almighty will$0$. 204:01,009[' ]| And to$9$ defend this high prerogative, 204:01,010[' ]| Falsely from Heaven he did that$6#2$ power derive: 204:01,011[' ]| By$4$ a commission forged in$4$ the hand of God, 204:01,012[' ]| Turned Aaron's blooming wand to$4$ Moses' snaky rod. 204:01,013[' ]| Whilst princes little sceptres overpowered, 204:01,014[' ]| Made but that$6#2$ prey his wider gorge devoured. 204:01,015[' ]| Now to$9$ find wealth might his vast pomp supply 204:01,016[' ]| (For$3$ costly roofs befit a lord so$5#1$ high), 204:01,017[' ]| No$2$ arts were spared his lustre to$9$ support, 204:01,018[' ]| But all mines searched to$9$ enrich his shining Court. 204:01,019[' ]| Then Heaven was bought, religion but a trade, 204:01,020[' ]| And temples murder's sanctuary made. 204:01,021[' ]| By$4$ Phineas' spear no$2$ bleeding Cozbi groaned, 204:01,022[' ]| If Cozbi's gold for$4$ Cozbi's crimes atoned. 204:01,023[' ]| With these wise arts (for$3$ human policy 204:01,024[' ]| As well as heavenly truth mounts priests so$5#1$ high), 204:01,025[' ]| Between gentle penance, lazy penitence, 204:01,026[' ]| A faith that$6#1$ gratifies both soul and sense, 204:01,027[' ]| With easy steps to$4$ everlasting bliss, 204:01,028[' ]| He paves the rugged way to$4$ Paradise. 204:01,029[' ]| Thus almost all the proselyte world he drives, 204:01,030[' ]| Whilst the universal drones buzz to$4$ his hives. 204:01,031[' ]| Implicit Faith Religion thus conveyed 204:01,032[' ]| Through little pipes to$4$ his great channel laid, 204:01,033[' ]| Till Piety, through such dark conduits led, 204:01,034[' ]| Was poisoned by$4$ the spring on$4$ which$6#1$ it fed. 204:01,035[' ]| Here blind Obedience to$4$ a blinder guide 204:01,036[' ]| Nursed that$6#2$ Blind Zeal that$6#1$ raised the priestly pride; 204:01,037[' ]| Whilst to$9$ make kings the sovereign prelate own, 204:01,038[' ]| Their reason he enslaved, and then their throne. 204:01,039[' ]| The mitre thus above the diadem soared; 204:01,040[' ]| God's humble servant he, but man's proud lord. 204:01,041[' ]| It was in$4$ such church-light Blind Zeal was bred, 204:01,042[' ]| By$4$ Faith's infatuating meteor led; 204:01,043[' ]| Blind Zeal, that$6#1$ can even contradictions join, 204:01,044[' ]| A saint in$4$ faith, in$4$ life a libertine, 204:01,045[' ]| Makes Greatness, though in$4$ luxury worn down, 204:01,046[' ]| Bigotted even to$4$ the hazard of a crown; 204:01,047[' ]| Tied to$4$ the girdle of a priest so$5#1$ fast, 204:01,048[' ]| And yet religious only to$4$ the waist. 204:01,049[' ]| But Constancy, atoning Constancy, 204:01,050[' ]| Where that$6#2$ once reigns, Devotion may lay by$5$. 204:01,051[' ]| To$9$ espouse the Church's cause lies in$4$ Heaven's road 204:01,052[' ]| More than obeying of the Church's God. 204:01,053[' ]| And he dares fight for$4$ faith is more renowned, 204:01,054[' ]| A zealot militant, than martyr crowned. 204:01,055[' ]| Here the arch-priest, to$4$ that$6#2$ ambition blown, 204:01,056[' ]| Pulled down God's altars to$9$ erect his own: 204:01,057[' ]| For$3$ not content to$9$ publish Heaven's command, 204:01,058[' ]| The sacred law penned by$4$ the Almighty Hand, 204:01,059[' ]| And Moses-like between God and Israel go, 204:01,060[' ]| Thought Sinai's Mount a pinnacle too low. 204:01,061[' ]| So$5#1$ charming sweet were incense's fragrant fumes, 204:01,062[' ]| So$5#1$ pleased his nostrils, till the aspirer comes 204:01,063[' ]| From offering, to$4$ receiving, hecatombs; 204:01,064[' ]| And ceasing to$9$ adore, to$9$ be adored. 204:01,065[' ]| So$3$ fell Faith's guide: so$5#1$ loftily he towered 204:01,066[' ]| Till, like$4$ the ambitious Lucifer accursed, 204:01,067[' ]| Swelled to$4$ a god, into a fiend he burst. 204:01,068[' ]| But as great Lucifer by$4$ falling gained 204:01,069[' ]| Dominion, and even in$4$ damnation reigned, 204:01,070[' ]| And though from light's blessed orb forever driven, 204:01,071[' ]| Yet Prince of the Air, he had that$6#2$ vast sceptre given 204:01,072[' ]| To$9$ have subjects far more numerous than Heaven; 204:01,073[' ]| And thus enthroned, with an infernal spite, 204:01,074[' ]| The genuine malice of the realms of night, 204:01,075[' ]| The Paradise he lost blasphemes, abhors, 204:01,076[' ]| And against Heaven proclaims eternal wars. 204:01,077[' ]| No$2$ art is untried, no$2$ hostile step is untrod, 204:01,078[' ]| Both against Truth's adorers, and Truth's God. 204:01,079[' ]| So$3$ Faith's fallen guide, now Baal's champion reigned; 204:01,080[' ]| Wide was his sway, and mighty his command, 204:01,081[' ]| Whilst with implacable revenge he burned 204:01,082[' ]| And all his rage against God's Israel turned. 204:01,083[' ]| Here his envenomed soul's black gall he flings, 204:01,084[' ]| Spots all his snakes, and points his scorpion's stings, 204:01,085[' ]| Omits no$2$ force or treacherous design 204:01,086[' ]| Blest Israel to$9$ assault or undermine. 204:01,087[' ]| But the first sword did his keen malice draw, 204:01,088[' ]| Was aimed against the God-like Deborah. 204:01,089[' ]| Deborah, the matchless pride of Judah's crown, 204:01,090[' ]| Whose female hand Baal's impious groves cut down, 204:01,091[' ]| His banished wizards from her Israel thrust, 204:01,092[' ]| And pounded all their idols into dust. 204:01,093[' ]| Her life, with indefatigable pain, 204:01,094[' ]| By$4$ daggers long and poisons sought in$4$ vain; 204:01,095[' ]| At length they angry Jabin's rage inflamed, 204:01,096[' ]| Hazor's proud king, for$4$ iron chariots famed; 204:01,097[' ]| A warrior powerful, whose most dreadful host 204:01,098[' ]| Proclaimed \Invincible\ (were human boast 204:01,099[' ]| Infallible), by$4$ haughty Sisera led, 204:01,100[' ]| Against Deborah their bloody banners spread. 204:01,101[' ]| But Deborah her Barak calls to$4$ war; 204:01,102[' ]| Barak, the sun's famed fellow-traveller, 204:01,103[' ]| Who$6#1$, wandering over the earth's surrounded frame, 204:01,104[' ]| Had travelled far as his great mistress Fame. 204:01,105[' ]| Here Barak did with Deborah's vengeance fly, 204:01,106[' ]| And to$4$ that$6#2$ swift prodigious victory, 204:01,107[' ]| So$5#1$ much by$4$ human praises undefined 204:01,108[' ]| That$3$ Fame wants breath, and Wonder lags behind. 204:01,109[' ]| To$4$ Heaven's high arch, her sounding glory is rung, 204:01,110[' ]| Whilst thus great Deborah and Barak sung: 204:01,111[B ]| "Hear, oh ye princes, oh ye kings give ear, 204:01,112[B ]| And Israel's great avenger's honour, hear. 204:01,113[B ]| When God of hosts, thou Israel's spear and shield, 204:01,114[B ]| Wentst out of Seir and marchedst from Edom's field, 204:01,115[B ]| Earth trembled, the Heavens dropped, the clouds all poured; 204:01,116[B ]| The mountains melted from before the Lord; 204:01,117[B ]| Even thy own Sinai melted into streams 204:01,118[B ]| At Israel's dazzling God's refulgent beams. 204:01,119[B ]| In$4$ Shamgar and in$4$ Jael's former days, 204:01,120[B ]| The wandering traveller walked through byways. 204:01,121[B ]| They chose new gods. No$2$ spear nor sword was found 204:01,122[B ]| To$9$ have Idolatry deposed, Truth crowned: 204:01,123[B ]| Till I alone, against Jehovah's foes, 204:01,124[B ]| I, Deborah, I, Israel's mother, rose. 204:01,125[B ]| Wake Deborah, wake, raise thy exalted head! 204:01,126[B ]| Rise Barak, and captivity captive lead, 204:01,127[B ]| For$3$ to$4$ blest Deborah, beloved of Heaven, 204:01,128[B ]| Over the mighty is dominion given. 204:01,129[B ]| Great Barak leads, and Israel's courage warms; 204:01,130[B ]| Ephraim and Benjamin march down in$4$ arms, 204:01,131[B ]| Zebulon and Nepthali my thunder bore, 204:01,132[B ]| Dan from her ships, and Asher on$4$ the shore. 204:01,133[B ]| Behold Begiddo's waves, and from afar 204:01,134[B ]| See the fierce Jabin's threatening storm of war. 204:01,135[B ]| But Heaven against Sisera fought, and the kind stars 204:01,136[B ]| Ranked their embattled fires for$4$ Deborah's wars, 204:01,137[B ]| Shot down their vengeance that$6#2$ miraculous day 204:01,138[B ]| When Kishon's torrents swept their hosts away. 204:01,139[B ]| But 204:01,139@x | ""Curse ye, Meroz! curse them from on$4$ high!"" 204:01,140[B ]| Did the denouncing voice of angels cry; 204:01,141@x | ""Accursed be they that$6#1$ went not out to$9$ oppose 204:01,142@x | The mighty ~~ Deborah's, God's, and Israel's foes."" 204:01,143[B ]| Victorious Judah! Oh my soul, thou hast trod, 204:01,144[B ]| Trod down their strengths. So$3$ fall the foes of God. 204:01,145[B ]| But they who$6#1$ in$4$ His sacred laws delight 204:01,146[B ]| Be as the Sun when he sets out in$4$ might."" 204:01,147[' ]| Thus sung, thus conquered Deborah; thus fell 204:01,148[' ]| Hers, and Heaven's, foes. But no$2$ defeat tames Hell. 204:01,149[' ]| By$4$ conquest overthrown, but not dismayed, 204:01,150[' ]| Against Israel still their private engines played; 204:01,151[' ]| And their dire machinations to$9$ fulfil, 204:01,152[' ]| Their stings torn out, they kept their poison still. 204:01,153[' ]| And now too weak in$4$ open force to$9$ join, 204:01,154[' ]| In$4$ close cabals they hatched a damned design 204:01,155[' ]| To$9$ light that$6#2$ mine as should the world amaze 204:01,156[' ]| And set the ruined Israel in$4$ a blaze. 204:01,157[' ]| When Judah's Monarch with his princes round, 204:01,158[' ]| Amidst his glorious Sanedrin sat crowned, 204:01,159[' ]| Beneath this throne a cavern low, and dark 204:01,160[' ]| As their black souls, for$4$ the great work they mark. 204:01,161[' ]| In$4$ this one cell their midnight-hands bestowed 204:01,162[' ]| A Stygian compound, a combustive load 204:01,163[' ]| Of mixture wondrous, execution dire, 204:01,164[' ]| Ready the touch of their infernal fire. 204:01,165[' ]| Have you not seen in$4$ yon ethereal road 204:01,166[' ]| How, at the rage of the angry driving god, 204:01,167[' ]| Beneath the pressure of his furious wheels, 204:01,168[' ]| The heavens all rattle, and the globe all reels? 204:01,169[' ]| So$3$ does this thunder's ape its lightning play, 204:01,170[' ]| Keen as Heaven's fires and scarce less swift than they. 204:01,171[' ]| A short-lived glaring murderer it flies, 204:01,172[' ]| In$4$ time's least pulse, a moment's winged surprise: 204:01,173[' ]| It is born, looks big, talks loud, breathes death, and dies. 204:01,174[' ]| This mixture was the invention of a priest; 204:01,175[' ]| The sulphurous ingredients all the best 204:01,176[' ]| Of Hell's own growth; for$3$ to$4$ dire compounds still 204:01,177[' ]| Hell finds the minerals, and the priest the skill. 204:01,178[' ]| From this cursed mine they had that$6#2$ blow decreed, 204:01,179[' ]| A moment's dismal blast, as should exceed 204:01,180[' ]| All the storms, battles, murders, massacres, 204:01,181[' ]| And all the strokes of daggers, swords, or spears, 204:01,182[' ]| Since direst Cain's hand at Abel's head was lift: 204:01,183[' ]| A blow more swift than pestilence, more swift 204:01,184[' ]| Than ever a destroying angel rode, 204:01,185[' ]| To$9$ pour the vial of an angry God. 204:01,186[' ]| The train was laid, the very signal given; 204:01,187[' ]| But here the all-seeing Israel's guardian, Heaven, 204:01,188[' ]| Could hold no$2$ longer, and to$9$ stop their way, 204:01,189[' ]| With a kind beam from the empyrean day, 204:01,190[' ]| Disclosed their hammering thunder at the forge, 204:01,191[' ]| And made their Cyclop's cave their bolts disgorge. 204:01,192[' ]| Discovered thus, thus lost, betrayed, undone, 204:01,193[' ]| Yet still untired, the restless cause goes on$5$; 204:01,194[' ]| And to$9$ retrieve a yet auspicious day, 204:01,195[' ]| A glowing spark even in$4$ their ashes lay, 204:01,196[' ]| Which$6#1$ thus burst out in$4$ flames in$4$ Geshur land, 204:01,197[' ]| The utmost bound of Israel's command, 204:01,198[' ]| Where Judah's planted faith but slowly grew, 204:01,199[' ]| A brutal race that$6#1$ Israel's God never knew; 204:01,200[' ]| A nation by$4$ the conqueror's mercy graced, 204:01,201[' ]| Their gods preserved and temples undefaced; 204:01,202[' ]| Yet not content with all the sweets of peace 204:01,203[' ]| (Free their estates and free their consciences), 204:01,204[' ]| Against Israel those confederate swords they drew, 204:01,205[' ]| Which$6#1$ with that$6#1$ vast assassination slew: 204:01,206[' ]| Two hundred thousand butchered victims shared 204:01,207[' ]| One common doom; no$2$ sex nor age was spared: 204:01,208[' ]| Not kneeling beauties' tears, nor virgins' cries, 204:01,209[' ]| Nor infants' smiles. No$2$ prey so$5#1$ small but dies. 204:01,210[' ]| Alas, the hard-mouthed bloodhound, Zeal, bites through; 204:01,211[' ]| Religion hunts, and hungry jaws pursue. 204:01,212[' ]| To$4$ what strange rage is supersition driven 204:01,213[' ]| That$3$ man can outdo Hell to$9$ fight for$4$ Heaven! 204:01,214[' ]| So$3$ rebel Geshur fought: so$5#1$ drowned in$4$ gore, 204:01,215[' ]| Even Mother Earth blushed at the sons she bore; 204:01,216[' ]| And still ashamed of her old staining brand, 204:01,217[' ]| Her head shrinks down, and quagmires half their land. 204:01,218[' ]| Yet not this blow Baal's empire could enlarge, 204:01,219[' ]| For$3$ Israel still was Heaven's peculiar charge: 204:01,220[' ]| Unshaken still in$4$ all this scene of blood, 204:01,221[' ]| Truth's temple firm on$4$ golden columns stood. 204:01,222[' ]| Whilst Saul's revenging arm proud Geshur scourged, 204:01,223[' ]| From their rank soil their Hydra's poison purged. 204:01,224[' ]| Yet does not here their vanquished spleen give over, 204:01,225[' ]| But as untired and restless as before, 204:01,226[' ]| Still through whole waiting ages they outdo 204:01,227[' ]| At once the chemist's pains and patience too ~~ 204:01,228[' ]| Who$6#1$, though he sees his bursting limbecks crack 204:01,229[' ]| And at one blast, one fatal minute's wrack, 204:01,230[' ]| The forward hopes of sweating years expire, 204:01,231[' ]| With sad yet painful hand new-lights his fire: 204:01,232[' ]| Pale, lean, and wan, does health, wealth, all consume, 204:01,233[' ]| Yet for$4$ the great elixir still to$9$ come, 204:01,234[' ]| Toils and hopes on$5$. No$2$ less their plottings cease; 204:01,235[' ]| So$3$ hope, so$3$ toil, the foes of Israel's peace. 204:01,236[' ]| When, lo, a long-expected day appears, 204:01,237[' ]| Sought for$5$ above a hundred rolling years; 204:01,238[' ]| A day in$4$ the register of doom set down 204:01,239[' ]| Presents them with an heir of Israel's crown. 204:01,240[' ]| Here their vast hopes of the rich Israel's spoils 204:01,241[' ]| Requites the pains of their long ages' toils. 204:01,242[' ]| Baal's banners now in$4$ the face of day shall march 204:01,243[' ]| With Heaven's bright roof for$4$ his triumphal arch. 204:01,244[' ]| His lurking missioners shall now no$2$ more 204:01,245[' ]| From foreign schools in$4$ borrowed shapes come over, 204:01,246[' ]| Convert by$4$ moonlight, and their mystic rites 204:01,247[' ]| Preach to$4$ weak female half-souled proselytes. 204:01,248[' ]| An all-commanding dragon now shall soar 204:01,249[' ]| Where the poor serpents only crawled before. 204:01,250[' ]| Baal's restoration, that$6#2$ most blest design, 204:01,251[' ]| Now the great work of majesty, shall shine, 204:01,252[' ]| Made by$4$ his consecrating hand divine. 204:01,253[' ]| He shall new-plant their groves with each blessed tree, 204:01,254[' ]| A graft of an imperial nursery. 204:01,255[' ]| In$4$ the kind air of this new Eden blessed, 204:01,256[' ]| Perched on$4$ each bough, and palaces their nest, 204:01,257[' ]| No$2$ more by$4$ frighting laws forced to$4$ obscure flight 204:01,258[' ]| And gloomy walks, like$4$ obscene birds of night, 204:01,259[' ]| Their warbling notes like$4$ Philomel shall sing, 204:01,260[' ]| And like$4$ the bird of Paradise their wing. 204:01,261[' ]| Thus Israel's heir their ravished souls all fired; 204:01,262[' ]| For$3$ all things to$4$ their ardent hopes conspired. 204:01,263[' ]| His very youth a bigot mother bred, 204:01,264[' ]| And tainted even the milk on$4$ which$6#1$ he fed. 204:01,265[' ]| Him only of her sons designed for$4$ Baal's 204:01,266[' ]| Great champion against Jerusalem's proud walls; 204:01,267[' ]| Him dipped in$4$ Stygian Lake, by$4$ timely craft, 204:01,268[' ]| Invulnerable made against Truth's pointed shaft. 204:01,269[' ]| But to$9$ confirm his early poisoned faith, 204:01,270[' ]| It was in$4$ the cursed foreign tents of Gath, 204:01,271[' ]| It was there that$3$ he was lost. There Absalon, 204:01,272[' ]| By$4$ David's fatal banishment undone, 204:01,273[' ]| Saw their false gods till in$4$ their fires he burned, 204:01,274[' ]| Truth's manna, for$4$ Egyptian fleshpots, scorned. 204:01,275[' ]| Not David so$5#2$; for$3$ he, Faith's champion lord, 204:01,276[' ]| Their altars loathed and profane rites abhorred, 204:01,277[' ]| Whilst his firm soul on$4$ wings of cherubs rode, 204:01,278[' ]| And tuned his lyre to$4$ nought but Abraham's God. 204:01,279[' ]| Thus the gay Israel her long tears quite dried, 204:01,280[' ]| Her restored David met in$4$ all her pride; 204:01,281[' ]| Three brothers saw, by$4$ miracle brought back, 204:01,282[' ]| Like$4$ Noah's sons saved from the world's great wrack, 204:01,283[' ]| An unbelieving Ham graced on$4$ each hand 204:01,284[' ]| Between God-like Shem and pious Japhet, stand. 204:01,285[' ]| It is true, when David, all his storms blown over, 204:01,286[' ]| Wafted by$4$ prodigies to$4$ Jordan's shore, 204:01,287[' ]| (So$5#1$ swift a revolution, yet so$5#1$ calm) 204:01,288[' ]| Had cured an age's wounds with one day's balm, 204:01,289[' ]| Here the returning Absalom his vows 204:01,290[' ]| With Israel joins, and at their altars bows. 204:01,291[' ]| Perhaps surprised at such strange blessing showered, 204:01,292[' ]| Such wonders shown both to$4$ Israel's Faith and Lord, 204:01,293[' ]| His restoration-miracle he thought 204:01,294[' ]| Could by$4$ no$2$ less than Israel's God be wrought. 204:01,295[' ]| Whilst the enlightened Absalom thus kneels, 204:01,296[' ]| Thus dancing to$4$ the sound of Aaron's bells, 204:01,297[' ]| What dazzling rays did Israel's heir adorn, 204:01,298[' ]| So$5#1$ bright his sun in$4$ his unclouded morn! 204:01,299[' ]| It was then his leading hand in$4$ battle drew 204:01,300[' ]| That$6#2$ sword that$6#1$ David's famed ten thousand slew: 204:01,301[' ]| David's the cause, but Absalom's the arm. 204:01,302[' ]| Then he could win all hearts, all tongues could charm: 204:01,303[' ]| Whilst with his praise the echoing plains all rung, 204:01,304[' ]| A thousand timbrels played, a thousand virgins sung; 204:01,305[' ]| And in$4$ the zeal of every jocund soul, 204:01,306[' ]| Absalom's health with David's crowned one bowl. 204:01,307[' ]| Had he fixed here, yes, Fate, had he fixed here, 204:01,308[' ]| To$4$ man so$5#1$ sacred, and to$4$ Heaven so$5#1$ dear, 204:01,309[' ]| What could he want that$6#1$ hands, hearts, lives could pay, 204:01,310[' ]| Or tributary worlds beneath his feet could lay? 204:01,311[' ]| What knees, what necks to$9$ mount him to$4$ a throne; 204:01,312[' ]| What gems, what stars to$9$ sparkle in$4$ a crown? 204:01,313[' ]| So$5#1$ pleased, so$5#1$ charmed, had Israel's genius smiled. 204:01,314[' ]| But oh, ye powers, by$4$ treacherous snakes beguiled, 204:01,315[' ]| Into a more than Adam's curse he run; 204:01,316[' ]| Tasting that$6#2$ fruit has Israel's world undone. 204:01,317[' ]| Nay, wretched even below his falling state, 204:01,318[' ]| Wants Adam's eyes to$9$ see his Adam's fate. 204:01,319[' ]| In$4$ vain were David's harp and Israel's choir, 204:01,320[' ]| For$4$ his conversion did in$4$ vain conspire; 204:01,321[' ]| For$3$ though their influence a while retires, 204:01,322[' ]| His own false planets were the ascendant fires. 204:01,323[' ]| Heaven had no$2$ lasting miracle designed; 204:01,324[' ]| It did a while his fatal torrent bind: 204:01,325[' ]| As Joshua's wand did Jordan's streams divide, 204:01,326[' ]| And ranged the watery mountains on$4$ each side; 204:01,327[' ]| But when the marching Israel once got over, 204:01,328[' ]| Down crack the crystal walls, the billows pour, 204:01,329[' ]| And in$4$ their old impetuous channel roar. 204:01,330[' ]| At last this last stroke thus totally overthrown, 204:01,331[' ]| Apostacy now sealed him all her own. 204:01,332[' ]| Here opened that$6#2$ gaping breach, that$6#2$ fatal door, 204:01,333[' ]| Which$6#1$ now let in$5$ a thousand ruins more. 204:01,334[' ]| All the bright virtues, and each dazzling grace, 204:01,335[' ]| Which$6#1$ his rich veins drew from a God-like race ~~ 204:01,336[' ]| The mercy, and the clemency divine, 204:01,337[' ]| Those sacred beams which$6#1$ in$4$ mild David shine ~~ 204:01,338[' ]| Those royal sparks, his native seeds of light, 204:01,339[' ]| Were all put out, and left a starless night. 204:01,340[' ]| A long farewell to$4$ all that$6#1$ is great and brave: 204:01,341[' ]| Not cataracts more headstrong; as the grave, 204:01,342[' ]| Inexorable; sullen and untuned 204:01,343[' ]| As pride deposed; scarce Lucifer dethroned 204:01,344[' ]| More unforgiving. His enchanted soul 204:01,345[' ]| Had drunk so$5#1$ deep of the bewitching bowl, 204:01,346[' ]| Till he whose hand, with Judah's standard, bore 204:01,347[' ]| Her martial thunder to$4$ the Tyrian shore, 204:01,348[' ]| Armed in$4$ her wars, and in$4$ her laurels crowned, 204:01,349[' ]| Now, all forgotten, at one staggering wound, 204:01,350[' ]| Falling from Israel's Faith, from Israel's cause, 204:01,351[' ]| Peace, honour, interest, all at once withdraws. 204:01,352[' ]| Nor is he deaf to$4$ a kingdom's groans alone, 204:01,353[' ]| But could behold even David's shaking throne; 204:01,354[' ]| David, whose bounty raised his glittering pride, 204:01,355[' ]| The basis of his glory's pyramid. 204:01,356[' ]| But duty, gratitude, all ruined fall; 204:01,357[' ]| Zeal blazes, and oblivion swallows all. 204:01,358[' ]| So$3$ Sodom did both burnt and drowned expire; 204:01,359[' ]| A poisoned lake succeeds a pile of fire. 204:01,360[' ]| On$4$ this foundation Baal's last hope was built, 204:01,361[' ]| The sure retreat for$4$ all their sallying guilt: 204:01,362[' ]| A royal harbor, where the rolling pride 204:01,363[' ]| Of Israel's foes might safe at anchor ride, 204:01,364[' ]| Defy all dangers, and even tempest scorn, 204:01,365[' ]| Though Judah's God should thunder in$4$ the storm. 204:01,366[' ]| Here Israel's laws, the dull Levitic rolls, 204:01,367[' ]| At once a clog to$4$ empire and to$4$ souls, 204:01,368[' ]| Are the first martyrs to$4$ the fire they doom 204:01,369[' ]| To$9$ make great Baal's triumphant legends room. 204:01,370[' ]| But before their hands this glorious work can crown, 204:01,371[' ]| Their long-known foe, the Sanedrin, must down: 204:01,372[' ]| Sanedrins, the free-born Israel's sacred right, 204:01,373[' ]| That$6#2$ God-like balance of imperial might, 204:01,374[' ]| Where subjects are from tyrant-lords set free 204:01,375[' ]| From that$6#2$ wild thing unbounded man would be, 204:01,376[' ]| Where power and clemency are poised so$5#1$ even, 204:01,377[' ]| A constitution that$6#1$ resembles Heaven. 204:01,378[' ]| So$3$ in$4$ the united great Three-One we find 204:01,379[' ]| A saving with a dooming Godhead joined. 204:01,380[' ]| (But why, oh why! if such restraining power 204:01,381[' ]| Can bind Omnipotence, should kings wish more?) 204:01,382[' ]| A constitution so$5#1$ divinely mixed, 204:01,383[' ]| Not Nature's bounded elements more fixed. 204:01,384[' ]| Thus earth's vast frame, with firm and solid ground, 204:01,385[' ]| Stands in$4$ a foaming ocean circled round; 204:01,386[' ]| Yet this not overflowing, that$6#2$ not drowned. 204:01,387[' ]| But to$9$ rebuild their altars, and install 204:01,388[' ]| Their molten gods, the Sanedrin must fall; 204:01,389[' ]| That$6#2$ constellation of the Jewish power, 204:01,390[' ]| All blotted from its orb, must shine no$2$ more; 204:01,391[' ]| Or, stamped in$4$ Pharaoh's darling mould, must quit 204:01,392[' ]| Their native beams for$4$ a new-modelled light; 204:01,393[' ]| Like$4$ Egypt's sanedrins, their influence gone, 204:01,394[' ]| Flash but like$4$ empty meteors round the throne: 204:01,395[' ]| That$3$ that$6#2$ new lord may Judah's sceptre wield, 204:01,396[' ]| To$4$ whom the old brickill taskmasters must yield; 204:01,397[' ]| Who$6#1$, to$9$ erect new temples for$4$ his gods, 204:01,398[' ]| Shall the enslaved Israel drive with iron rods. 204:01,399[' ]| If they want bricks for$4$ his new walls to$9$ aspire, 204:01,400[' ]| To$4$ their sad cost, he will$1$ find them straw and fire. 204:01,401[' ]| All this to$9$ effect, and their new fabric build, 204:01,402[' ]| Both close cabals and foreign leagues are held: 204:01,403[' ]| To$4$ Babylon and Egypt they send over, 204:01,404[' ]| And both their conduct and their gold implore. 204:01,405[' ]| By$4$ such abettors the sly game was played: 204:01,406[' ]| One of their chiefs ~~ a Jewish renegade, 204:01,407[' ]| Highborn in$4$ Israel, once Michal's priest, 204:01,408[' ]| But now in$4$ Babylon's proud scarlet dressed ~~ 204:01,409[' ]| It is to$4$ his hands the plotting mandates come, 204:01,410[' ]| Subscribed by$4$ the apostate Absalom. 204:01,411[' ]| Nay, and to$9$ keep themselves all danger-proof, 204:01,412[' ]| That$3$ none might track the Belial by$4$ his hoof, 204:01,413[' ]| Their correspondence veiled from prying eyes. 204:01,414[' ]| In$4$ hieroglyphic figures they disguise. 204:01,415[' ]| Hushed as the night in$4$ which$6#1$ their plots combined, 204:01,416[' ]| And silent as the graves they had designed, 204:01,417[' ]| Their ripening mischief's to$4$ perfection sprung. 204:01,418[' ]| But oh! the much-loathed David lives too long. 204:01,419[' ]| Their vultures can not mount but from his tomb, 204:01,420[' ]| And with too hungry ravenous gorges come 204:01,421[' ]| To$9$ be by$4$ airy expectation fed. 204:01,422[' ]| No$2$ prey, no$2$ spoil, before they see him dead. 204:01,423[' ]| Yes, dead; the royal sands too slowly pass, 204:01,424[' ]| And therefore they are resolved to$9$ break the glass; 204:01,425[' ]| And to$9$ insure Time's tardy, dubious call, 204:01,426[' ]| Decree their daggers should his scythe forestall. 204:01,427[' ]| For$4$ the execrable deed a hireling crew 204:01,428[' ]| Their Hell and they pick out; whom to$9$ make true, 204:01,429[' ]| An oath of force so$5#1$ exquisite they frame, 204:01,430[' ]| Sworn in$4$ the blood of Israel's paschal lamb. 204:01,431[' ]| If false, the vengeance of that$6#2$ sword that$6#1$ slew 204:01,432[' ]| Egypt's firstborn, their perjured heads pursue. 204:01,433[' ]| Strong was the oath, the imprecation dire; 204:01,434[' ]| And for$4$ a viand, lest their guilt should tire, 204:01,435[' ]| With promised Paradise they cheer their way; 204:01,436[' ]| And bold is the soldier who$6#1$ has Heaven his pay. 204:01,437[' ]| But the never-sleeping Providence that$6#1$ stands 204:01,438[' ]| With jealous eyes over Truth's up-lifted hands; 204:01,439[' ]| That$6#1$ still in$4$ its loved Israel takes delight, 204:01,440[' ]| Their cloud by$4$ day and guardian fire by$4$ night; 204:01,441[' ]| A ray from out its fiery pillar cast 204:01,442[' ]| That$6#1$ overlooked their driving Jehu's haste. 204:01,443[' ]| All is ruined and betrayed: their own false slaves 204:01,444[' ]| Detect the plot and dig their masters' graves: 204:01,445[' ]| Not oaths nor bribes shall bind when great Jehovah saves. 204:01,446[' ]| The frighted Israelites take the alarm, 204:01,447[' ]| Resolve the traitors' sorceries to$9$ uncharm; 204:01,448[' ]| Till cursing, raving, mad, and drunk with rage, 204:01,449[' ]| In$4$ Amnon's blood their frantic hands engage. 204:01,450[' ]| Here let the ghost of strangled Amnon come, 204:01,451[' ]| A spectre that$6#1$ will$1$ strike amazement dumb; 204:01,452[' ]| Amnon, the proto-martyr of the plot, 204:01,453[' ]| The murdered Amnon, their eternal blot; 204:01,454[' ]| Whose too bold zeal stood like$4$ a Pharos light, 204:01,455[' ]| Israel to$9$ warn, and track their deeds of night; 204:01,456[' ]| Till the sly foe, his unseen game to$9$ play, 204:01,457[' ]| Put out the beacon to$9$ secure his way. 204:01,458[' ]| Baal's cabinet-intrigues he open spread, 204:01,459[' ]| The ravished Tamar for$4$ whose sake he bled. 204:01,460[' ]| To$9$ unveil their temple and expose their gods 204:01,461[' ]| Deserved their vengeance's severest rods. 204:01,462[' ]| Wrath he deserved, and had the vial full. 204:01,463[' ]| To$9$ lay those devils had possessed his soul, 204:01,464[' ]| His silenced fiends from his wrung neck they twist; 204:01,465[' ]| Whilst his kind murderer is but his exorcist. 204:01,466[' ]| Here draw, bold painter (if thy pencil dare 204:01,467[' ]| Unshaking write what Israel quaked to$9$ hear), 204:01,468[' ]| A royal altar pregnant with a load 204:01,469[' ]| Of human bones beneath a breaden god. 204:01,470[' ]| Altars so$5#1$ rich not Moloch's temples show; 204:01,471[' ]| It was Heaven above, and Golgotha below. 204:01,472[' ]| Yet are not all the mystic rites yet done: 204:01,473[' ]| Their pious fury does not stop so$5#1$ soon, 204:01,474[' ]| But, to$9$ pursue the loud-tongued wounds they gave, 204:01,475[' ]| Resolves to$9$ stab his fame beyond the grave 204:01,476[' ]| And in$4$ eternal infamy to$9$ brand 204:01,477[' ]| With Amnon's murder, Amnon's righteous hand. 204:01,478[' ]| Here with a bloodless wound, by$4$ hellish art, 204:01,479[' ]| With his own sword they gore his lifeless heart. 204:01,480[' ]| Thus in$4$ a ditch the butchered Amnon lay, 204:01,481[' ]| A deed of night enough to$9$ have kept back the day, 204:01,482[' ]| Had not the sun in$4$ sacred vengeance rose, 204:01,483[' ]| Ashamed to$9$ see, but prouder to$9$ disclose, 204:01,484[' ]| Warmed with new fires, with all his posting speed, 204:01,485[' ]| Brought Heaven's bright lamp to$9$ show the infernal deed. 204:01,486[' ]| What art thou, Church! when faith to$9$ propagate 204:01,487[' ]| And crush all bars that$6#1$ stop thy growing state, 204:01,488[' ]| Thou breakest through Nature's, God's, and human laws, 204:01,489[' ]| Whilst murder is merit in$4$ a church's cause. 204:01,490[' ]| How much thy ladder Jacob's does excel, 204:01,491[' ]| Whose top is in$4$ heaven like$4$ his, but foot in$4$ Hell; 204:01,492[' ]| Thy cause's bloody champions to$9$ befriend, 204:01,493[' ]| For$4$ fiends to$9$ mount as angels to$9$ descend. 204:01,494[' ]| This was the stroke did the alarmed world surprise, 204:01,495[' ]| And even to$4$ infidelity lent eyes: 204:01,496[' ]| Whilst sweating Absalom in$4$ Israel pent, 204:01,497[' ]| For$4$ fresher air was to$4$ bleak Hebron sent. 204:01,498[' ]| Cold Hebron, warmed by$4$ his approaching sight, 204:01,499[' ]| Flushed with his gold and glowed with new delight. 204:01,500[' ]| Till sacred all-converting interest 204:01,501[' ]| To$4$ loyalty (their almost unknown guest 204:01,502[' ]| Opened a broad gate, from whence forth-issuing come 204:01,503[' ]| Decrees, Tests, Oaths, for$4$ well-soothed Absalom. 204:01,504[' ]| Spite of that$6#2$ guilt that$6#1$ made even angels fall, 204:01,505[' ]| An unbarred heir shall reign; in$4$ spite of all 204:01,506[' ]| Apostacy from Heaven, or Nature's ties, 204:01,507[' ]| Though for$4$ his throne a Cain-built palace rise. 204:01,508[' ]| No$2$ wonder Hebron such devotion bears 204:01,509[' ]| To$4$ imperial dignity and royal heirs; 204:01,510[' ]| For$3$ they, whom chronicle so$5#1$ high renowns, 204:01,511[' ]| For$4$ selling kings, should know the price of crowns. 204:01,512[' ]| Here, glorious Hushai, let me mourn thy fate, 204:01,513[' ]| Thou once great pillar of the Hebron state: 204:01,514[' ]| Yet now to$4$ dungeons sent, and doomed to$4$ a grave. 204:01,515[' ]| But chains are no$2$ new sufferings to$4$ the brave. 204:01,516[' ]| Witness thy pains in$4$ six years' bonds endured, 204:01,517[' ]| For$4$ Israel's Faith and David's cause immured. 204:01,518[' ]| Death, too, thou oft for$4$ Judah's crown hast stood, 204:01,519[' ]| So$5#1$ bravely faced in$4$ several fields of blood. 204:01,520[' ]| But from fame's pinnacle now headlong cast; 204:01,521[' ]| Life, honour, all are ruined at a blast. 204:01,522[' ]| For$3$ Absalom's great law thou durst explain, 204:01,523[' ]| Where but to$9$ pry, bold Lord, was to$9$ profane: 204:01,524[' ]| A law that$6#1$ did his mystic God-head couch, 204:01,525[' ]| Like$4$ the ark of God, and no$2$ less death to$9$ touch. 204:01,526[' ]| Forgot are now thy honourable scars, 204:01,527[' ]| Thy loyal toils, and wounds in$4$ Judah's wars. 204:01,528[' ]| Had thy piled trophies, Babel-high, reached Heaven, 204:01,529[' ]| Yet by$4$ one stroke from Absalom's thunder given, 204:01,530[' ]| Thy towering glory is levelled to$4$ the ground. 204:01,531[' ]| A stroke does all thy tongues of fame confound, 204:01,532[' ]| And \Traitor\ now is all the voice they sound. 204:01,533[' ]| True, thou hadst law; that$6#2$ even thy foes allow; 204:01,534[' ]| But to$4$ thy advocates, as damned as thou, 204:01,535[' ]| It was death to$9$ plead it. 204:01,535[' ]| Artless Absalon, 204:01,536[' ]| The bloody banner to$9$ display so$5#1$ soon! 204:01,537[' ]| Such killing beams from thy young daybreak shot; 204:01,538[' ]| What will$1$ the noon be if the morn is so$5#1$ hot? 204:01,539[' ]| Yes, dreadful heir, the crowd Hebron awe. 204:01,540[' ]| So$3$ the young lion tries his tender paw: 204:01,541[' ]| At a poor herd of feeble heifers flies 204:01,542[' ]| Before the rough bear, tusked boar, or spotted leopard dies. 204:01,543[' ]| Thus flushed, great sir, thy strength in$4$ Israel try: 204:01,544[' ]| When their cowed sanedrins shall prostrate lie 204:01,545[' ]| And to$4$ thy feet their slavish necks shall yield, 204:01,546[' ]| Then reign the princely savage of the field. 204:01,547[' ]| Yes, Israel's Sanedrin; it was they alone 204:01,548[' ]| That$6#1$ set too high a value on$4$ a throne, 204:01,549[' ]| Thought they had a God was worthy to$9$ be served, 204:01,550[' ]| A Faith maintained, and liberty preserved; 204:01,551[' ]| And therefore judged, for$4$ safety and renown 204:01,552[' ]| Of Israel's people, altars, laws, and crown, 204:01,553[' ]| The anointing drops on$4$ royal temples shed 204:01,554[' ]| Too precious showers for$4$ an apostate's head. 204:01,555[' ]| Then was that$6#2$ great deliberate counsel given, 204:01,556[' ]| An act of justice both to$4$ man and Heaven, 204:01,557[' ]| Israel's conspiring foes to$9$ overthrow, 204:01,558[' ]| That$3$ Absalom should the hopes of crowns forego. 204:01,559[' ]| Debarred succession! oh that$6#2$ dismal sound! 204:01,560[' ]| A sound at which$6#1$ Baal staggered and Hell groaned; 204:01,561[' ]| A sound that$6#1$ with such dreadful thunder falls, 204:01,562[' ]| It was heard even to$4$ Semiramis' trembling walls. 204:01,563[' ]| But hold! Is this the Plot's last murdering blow, 204:01,564[' ]| The dire divorce of soul and body? No$7$! 204:01,565[' ]| The mangled snake, yet warm, to$4$ life they will$1$ bring, 204:01,566[' ]| And each disjointed limb together cling. 204:01,567[' ]| Then thus Baal's wise consulting prophets cheered 204:01,568[' ]| Their pensive sons, and called the scattered herd. 205:01,569[X ]| "Are we quite ruined! No$7$, mistaken doom, 205:01,570[X ]| Still the great day, yes, that$6#2$ great day, shall come 205:01,571[X ]| (Oh, rouse, our fainting sons, and droop no$2$ more!), 205:01,572[X ]| A day whose lustre, our long clouds blown over, 205:01,573[X ]| Not all the rage of Israel shall annoy, 205:01,574[X ]| No$7$, nor denouncing sanedrins destroy. 205:01,575[X ]| See yon North Pole, and mark Bootes Car: 205:01,576[X ]| Oh! we have those influencing aspects there, 205:01,577[X ]| Those friendly powers that$6#1$ drive in$4$ that$6#2$ bright Wain, 205:01,578[X ]| Shall redeem all and our lost ground regain. 205:01,579[X ]| Whilst to$4$ our glory their kind aid stands fast, 205:01,580[X ]| But one plot more, our greatest and our last." 205:01,581[' ]| Now for$4$ a product of that$6#2$ subtle kind, 205:01,582[' ]| As far above their former births refined 205:01,583[' ]| As firmamental fires to$4$ a taper's ray, 205:01,584[' ]| Or prodigies to$4$ Nature's common clay. 205:01,585[' ]| Empires in$4$ blood, or cities in$4$ a flame, 205:01,586[' ]| Are work of vulgar hands, scarce worth a name. 205:01,587[' ]| A cake of shewbread from an altar taken, 205:01,588[' ]| Mixed but with some Levitical king-bane, 205:01,589[' ]| Has sent a martyred monarch to$4$ his grave. 205:01,590[' ]| Nay, a poor mendicant, Church-rake-hell slave 205:01,591[' ]| Has stabbed crowned heads; slight work to$4$ hands well-skilled, 205:01,592[' ]| Slight as the pebble that$6#1$ Goliah killed. 205:01,593[' ]| But to$9$ make plots no$2$ plots, to$9$ clear all taints, 205:01,594[' ]| Traitors transform to$4$ innocents, fiends to$4$ saints, 205:01,595[' ]| Reason to$4$ nonsense, truth to$4$ perjury; 205:01,596[' ]| Nay, make their own attesting records lie, 205:01,597[' ]| And even the gaping wounds of murder whole: 205:01,598[' ]| Aye, this last masterpiece requires a soul. 205:01,599[' ]| Guilt to$9$ unmake, and plots annihilate, 205:01,600[' ]| Is much a greater work than to$9$ create. 205:01,601[' ]| Nay, both at once to$9$ be, and not to$9$ be, 205:01,602[' ]| Is such a task would pose a deity. 205:01,603[' ]| Let Baal do this, and be a god indeed: 205:01,604[' ]| Yes, to$4$ his immortal honour it is decreed, 205:01,605[' ]| His sanguine robe, though dipped in$4$ reeking gore, 205:01,606[' ]| With purity and innocence all over 205:01,607[' ]| Shall dry, and spotless from the purple hue, 205:01,608[' ]| The miracle of Gideon's fleece outdo. 205:01,609[' ]| Yes, they are resolved, in$4$ all their foes' despite, 205:01,610[' ]| To$9$ wash their more than Ethiop treason white. 205:01,611[' ]| But now for$4$ heads to$9$ manage the design, 205:01,612[' ]| Fit engineers to$9$ labour in$4$ this mine: 205:01,613[' ]| For$3$ their own hands, it were fatal to$9$ employ; 205:01,614[' ]| Should Baal appear, it would Baal's cause destroy. 205:01,615[' ]| Alas, should only their own trumpets sound 205:01,616[' ]| Their innocence, the jealous ears around 205:01,617[' ]| All infidels would the loathed charmer fly, 205:01,618[' ]| And through the angel's voice the fiend descry, 205:01,619[' ]| No$7$, this last game wants a new plotting set, 205:01,620[' ]| And Israel only now can Israel cheat. 205:01,621[' ]| In$4$ this machine their professed foes must move, 205:01,622[' ]| Whilst Baal, absconding, sits in$4$ clouds above, 205:01,623[' ]| From whence unseen he guides their hidden way, 205:01,624[' ]| For$3$ he may prompt, although he must not play. 205:01,625[' ]| This to$9$ effect, a sort of tools they find, 205:01,626[' ]| Devotion-rovers, an amphibious kind, 205:01,627[' ]| Of no$2$ religion, yet like$4$ walls of steel, 205:01,628[' ]| Strong for$4$ the altars where their princes kneel. 205:01,629[' ]| Imperial, not celestial, is their Test, 205:01,630[' ]| The uppermost, indisputably best. 205:01,631[' ]| They always in$4$ the golden chariot rode, 205:01,632[' ]| Honour their heaven, and interest their god. 205:01,633[' ]| Of these than subtle Caleb none more great, 205:01,634[' ]| Caleb who$6#1$ shines where his lost fathers set; 205:01,635[' ]| Got by$4$ that$6#2$ sire, who$6#1$, not content alone 205:01,636[' ]| To$9$ shade the brightest jewel in$4$ a crown, 205:01,637[' ]| Preaching ingratitude to$4$ a court and throne, 205:01,638[' ]| But made his politics the baneful root 205:01,639[' ]| From whence the springing woes of Israel shoot, 205:01,640[' ]| When his great master's fatal Gordian tied, 205:01,641[' ]| He laid the barren Michal by$4$ his side 205:01,642[' ]| That$3$ the adored Absalom's immortal line 205:01,643[' ]| Might on$4$ Judea's throne forever shine. 205:01,644[' ]| Caleb, who$6#1$ does that$6#2$ hardy pilot make, 205:01,645[' ]| Steering in$4$ that$6#2$ hereditary track, 205:01,646[' ]| Blind to$4$ the sea-mark of a father's wrack. 205:01,647[' ]| Next Jonah stands bull-faced, but chicken-souled, 205:01,648[' ]| Who$6#1$ once the silver Sanedrin controlled, 205:01,649[' ]| Their gold-tipped tongue; gold his great council's bawd, 205:01,650[' ]| Till by$4$ succeeding sanedrins outlawed, 205:01,651[' ]| He was preferred to$9$ guard the sacred store. 205:01,652[' ]| There, lordly rolling in$4$ whole mines of ore, 205:01,653[' ]| To$4$ dicing lords a cully favourite, 205:01,654[' ]| He prostitutes whole cargoes in$4$ a night. 205:01,655[' ]| Here to$4$ the top of his ambition come, 205:01,656[' ]| Fills all his sails for$4$ hopeful Absalom. 205:01,657[' ]| For$3$ his religion is as the season calls, 205:01,658[' ]| God's in$4$ possession, in$4$ reversion Baal's. 205:01,659[' ]| He bears himself a dove to$4$ mortal race, 205:01,660[' ]| And though not man, he can look Heaven in$4$ the face. 205:01,661[' ]| Never was compound of more different stuff, 205:01,662[' ]| A heart in$4$ lambskin, and a conscience buff. 205:01,663[' ]| Let not that$6#2$ hideous bulk of honour scape, 205:01,664[' ]| Nadab, that$6#1$ sets the gazing crowd agape: 205:01,665[' ]| That$6#2$ old kirk-founder, whose coarse croak could sing 205:01,666[' ]| The Saints, the Cause, No$2$ Bishop and No$2$ King: 205:01,667[' ]| When greatness cleared his throat, and scoured his maw, 205:01,668[' ]| Roared out Succession, and the Penal Law. 205:01,669[' ]| Not so$3$ of old: another sound went forth, 205:01,670[' ]| When in$4$ the region from Judea north, 205:01,671[' ]| By$4$ the triumphant Saul he was employed, 205:01,672[' ]| A huge fang tusk to$9$ gore poor David's side. 205:01,673[' ]| Like$4$ a proboscis in$4$ the tyrant's jaw, 205:01,674[' ]| To$9$ rend and root through government and law. 205:01,675[' ]| His hand that$6#2$ Hell-penned League of Belial drew, 205:01,676[' ]| That$6#1$ swore down kings, religion overthrew, 205:01,677[' ]| Great David banished and God's prophets slew. 205:01,678[' ]| Nor does the court's long sun so$5#1$ powerful shine 205:01,679[' ]| To$9$ exhale his vapors or his dross refine; 205:01,680[' ]| The metal is not mended by$4$ the stamp. 205:01,681[' ]| With his rank oil he feeds the royal lamp. 205:01,682[' ]| To$4$ sanedrins an everlasting foe, 205:01,683[' ]| Resolved his mighty hunter is overthrown. 205:01,684[' ]| And true to$4$ tyranny as the only gem 205:01,685[' ]| That$6#1$ truly sparkles in$4$ a diadem, 205:01,686[' ]| To$4$ Absalom's side does his old Covenant bring, 205:01,687[' ]| With \State\ razed out, and interlined with \King\. 205:01,688[' ]| But Nadab's zeal has too severe a doom; 205:01,689[' ]| Whilst serving an ungrateful Absalom, 205:01,690[' ]| His strength all spent his greatness to$9$ create, 205:01,691[' ]| He is now laid by$5$, a cast-out drone of state. 205:01,692[' ]| He roused that$6#2$ game by$4$ which$6#1$ he is undone, 205:01,693[' ]| By$4$ fleeter coursers now so$3$ far outrun, 205:01,694[' ]| That$6#2$ fiercer, mightier Nimrod in$4$ his chase, 205:01,695[' ]| Till quite thrown out and lost, he quits the race. 205:01,696[' ]| Of low-born tools, we bawling Shimei saw, 205:01,697[' ]| Jerusalem's late, loud-tongued Mouth of Law 205:01,698[' ]| By$4$ blessings from almighty bounty given, 205:01,699[' ]| Shimei no$2$ common favourite of Heaven; 205:01,700[' ]| Whom, lest posterity should lose the breed, 205:01,701[' ]| In$4$ five short moons indulgent Heaven raised seed; 205:01,702[' ]| Made happy in$4$ an early-teeming bride, 205:01,703[' ]| And laid a lovely heiress by$4$ her side; 205:01,704[' ]| Whilst the glad father is so$5#1$ divinely blessed 205:01,705[' ]| That$3$, like$4$ the stag proud of his brow so$5#1$ dressed, 205:01,706[' ]| He brandishes his lofty City crest. 205:01,707[' ]| It was in$4$ Jerusalem, was Shimei nursed; 205:01,708[' ]| Jerusalem, by$4$ Baal's prophets ever cursed, 205:01,709[' ]| The greatest block that$6#1$ stops them in$4$ their way, 205:01,710[' ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ she once in$4$ dust and ashes lay. 205:01,711[' ]| Here to$4$ the bar this whiffling lurcher came, 205:01,712[' ]| And barked to$9$ rouse the nobler hunter's game. 205:01,713[' ]| But Shimei's lungs might well be stretched so$5#1$ far; 205:01,714[' ]| For$3$, steering by$4$ a Court-ascendant star, 205:01,715[' ]| For$4$ daily oracles, he does address 205:01,716[' ]| To$4$ the Egyptian beauteous sorceress. 205:01,717[' ]| For$3$ Pharaoh, when he wisely did essay 205:01,718[' ]| To$9$ bear the long-sought golden prize away, 205:01,719[' ]| That$6#2$ fair enchantress sent whose magic skill 205:01,720[' ]| Should keep great Israel's sleeping dragon still. 205:01,721[' ]| Thus by$4$ her powerful inspirations fed, 205:01,722[' ]| To$9$ bite their heels, this City-snake was bred, 205:01,723[' ]| Till Absalom got strength to$9$ bruise their head. 205:01,724[' ]| Of all the heroes since the world began, 205:01,725[' ]| To$4$ Shimei, Joshua was the bravest man. 205:01,726[' ]| To$4$ him, his tutelar saint, he prays, 205:01,726[W ]| "~~ and oh, 205:01,727[W ]| That$3$ great Jerusalem were like$4$ Jericho!" 205:01,728[' ]| Then bellowing loud, for$4$ Joshua's spirit calls, 205:01,729[' ]| Because his ram's horn blew down city walls. 205:01,730[' ]| In$4$ the same role have we grave Corah seen, 205:01,731[' ]| Corah, the late chief scarlet abbethdin; 205:01,732[' ]| Corah, who$6#1$ luckily in$4$ the Bench was got 205:01,733[' ]| To$9$ rate the bloodhounds off to$9$ save the Plot; 205:01,734[' ]| Corah, who$6#1$ once against Baal's impious cause 205:01,735[' ]| Stood strong for$4$ Israel's Faith and David's laws. 205:01,736[' ]| He poised his scales and shook his ponderous sword, 205:01,737[' ]| Loud as his father's Bashan-bulls he roared; 205:01,738[' ]| Till by$4$ a dose of foreign ophir drenched, 205:01,739[' ]| The fever of his burning zeal was quenched. 205:01,740[' ]| Ophir, that$6#1$ rescued the Court-drugster's fate, 205:01,741[' ]| Sent in$4$ the nick to$9$ gild his pills of state; 205:01,742[' ]| Whilst the kind skill of our law-empiric 205:01,743[' ]| Sublimed his mercury to$9$ save his neck. 205:01,744[' ]| In$4$ law, they say, he had but a slender mite, 205:01,745[' ]| And sense he had less: for$3$, as historians write, 205:01,746[' ]| The Arabian legate laid a snare so$5#1$ gay, 205:01,747[' ]| As spirited his little wits away. 205:01,748[' ]| Of the records of law, he fancied none 205:01,749[' ]| Like$4$ the Commandment Tables graved in$4$ stone; 205:01,750[' ]| And wished the Talmud such that$3$ sovereign sway, 205:01,751[' ]| When once displeased, might the angry Moses play. 205:01,752[' ]| Only his law was brittle in$4$ the wrong place: 205:01,753[' ]| For$3$ had our Corah been in$4$ Moses' case, 205:01,754[' ]| The fury of his zeal had been employed 205:01,755[' ]| To$9$ build that$6#2$ calf which$6#1$ the other's rage destroyed. 205:01,756[' ]| Thus Corah, Baal's true fairy changeling made, 205:01,757[' ]| He bleated only as the Pharisees prayed, 205:01,758[' ]| All to$9$ advance that$6#2$ future tyrant power, 205:01,759[' ]| Should widows' houses gorge and orphans' tears devour. 205:01,760[' ]| Nor are these all their instruments. To$9$ prop 205:01,761[' ]| Their mighty cause and Israel's murmurs stop, 205:01,762[' ]| They find a sort of academic tools 205:01,763[' ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ the politic doctrine of their schools, 205:01,764[' ]| Between reward, pride, avarice, hope, and fear, 205:01,765[' ]| Prizing their Heaven too cheap, the world too dear, 205:01,766[' ]| Stand bold and strong for$4$ Absalom's defence: 205:01,767[' ]| Interest the thing, but conscience the pretence. 205:01,768[' ]| These, to$9$ insure him for$4$ their Sion's king, 205:01,769[' ]| A right divine quite down from Adam bring, 205:01,770[' ]| That$6#2$ old Levitic engine of renown 205:01,771[' ]| That$6#1$ makes no$2$ taint of souls a bar to$4$ a crown. 205:01,772[' ]| It is true, religion's constant champion vowed, 205:01,773[' ]| Each open-mouthed, with pulpit-thunder loud, 205:01,774[' ]| Against false gods and idol temples bawls; 205:01,775[' ]| Yet lays the very stones that$6#1$ raise their walls. 205:01,776[' ]| They preach up$5$ Hell to$4$ those that$6#1$ Baal adore, 205:01,777[' ]| Yet make it damnation to$9$ oppose his power. 205:01,778[' ]| So$5#1$ far this paradox of conscience run, 205:01,779[' ]| Till Israel's Faith pulls Israel's altars down. 205:01,780[' ]| Grant Heaven they do not to$4$ Baal so$5#1$ far make way, 205:01,781[' ]| Those fatal wands before their sheepfolds lay; 205:01,782[' ]| Such motley principles amongst them thrown 205:01,783[' ]| Shall nurse that$6#2$ piebald flock that$6#1$ is half his own. 205:01,784[' ]| Nor may they say, when Moloch's hands draw nigher, 205:01,785[' ]| We built the pile, whilst Baal gives it fire. 205:01,786[' ]| If monarchy in$4$ Adam first began, 205:01,787[' ]| When the world's monarch dug and his queen span, 205:01,788[' ]| His fig leaves his first coronation robe, 205:01,789[' ]| His spade his sceptre and her wheel his globe, 205:01,790[' ]| And royal birthright (as their schools assert), 205:01,791[' ]| Not kings themselves with conscience can divert; 205:01,792[' ]| How came the world possessed by$4$ Adam's sons, 205:01,793[' ]| Such various principalities, powers, thrones, 205:01,794[' ]| When each went out and chose what lands he pleased, 205:01,795[' ]| Whilst a new family new kingdoms raised? 205:01,796[' ]| His sons assuming what he could not give, 205:01,797[' ]| Their sovereign sire's right heir they did deprive; 205:01,798[' ]| And from rebellion all their power derive: 205:01,799[' ]| For$3$ were there an original majesty 205:01,800[' ]| Upheld by$4$ right divine, the world should be 205:01,801[' ]| Only one universal monarchy. 205:01,802[' ]| Oh cruel right divine, more full of fate 205:01,803[' ]| Than the angel's flaming sword at Eden's gate, 205:01,804[' ]| Such early treason through mankind conveyed, 205:01,805[' ]| And at the door of infant Nature laid. 205:01,806[' ]| For$4$ right divine in$4$ Esau's just defence, 205:01,807[' ]| Why do not they quarrel with Omnipotence? 205:01,808[' ]| The firstborn Esau's right to$4$ Jacob given, 205:01,809[' ]| And God's gift too, injustice charge on$4$ Heaven. 205:01,810[' ]| Nay, let Heaven answer this one fact alone, 205:01,811[' ]| Mounting a bastard, Jephtha, on$4$ a throne. 205:01,812[' ]| If kings and sanedrins those laws could make 205:01,813[' ]| Which$6#1$ from offending heirs their heads can take, 205:01,814[' ]| And a firstborn can forfeit life and throne, 205:01,815[' ]| And all by$4$ law, why not a crown alone? 205:01,816[' ]| Strange-bounded lawmakers! whose power can throw 205:01,817[' ]| The deadlier bolt, can not give the weaker blow. 205:01,818[' ]| A treasonous act ~~ nay, but a treasonous \breath\ ~~ 205:01,819[' ]| Against offended majesty is death. 205:01,820[' ]| But, oh! the wondrous church-distinction given 205:01,821[' ]| Between the majesty of kings and Heaven! 205:01,822[' ]| The venial sinner here, he that$6#1$ intrigues 205:01,823[' ]| With Egypt, Babylon; cabals, plots, leagues 205:01,824[' ]| With Israel's foes her altars to$9$ destroy, 205:01,825[' ]| A hair untouched, shall health, peace, crowns enjoy. 205:01,826[' ]| Truth's temple thus the exhalations bred 205:01,827[' ]| From her own bowels to$9$ obscure her head; 205:01,828[' ]| And Absalom already had subdued 205:01,829[' ]| Whole crowds of the unthinking multitude. 205:01,830[' ]| But through these wiles too weak to$9$ catch the wise, 205:01,831[' ]| Thin as their ephod-lawns, a cobweb net for$4$ flies, 205:01,832[' ]| The searching Sanedrin saw; and to$9$ dispel 205:01,833[' ]| The engendering mists that$6#1$ threatened Israel, 205:01,834[' ]| They still resolved their plotting foes' defeat 205:01,835[' ]| By$4$ barring Absalom the imperial seat. 205:01,836[' ]| But here is his greatest tug. Could he but make 205:01,837[' ]| The excluding Sanedrin's resolves once shake, 205:01,838[' ]| Nay, make the smallest breach, or clashing jar 205:01,839[' ]| In$4$ their great council, push but home so$5#1$ far, 205:01,840[' ]| And the great point is secured. ~~ And lo! among 205:01,841[' ]| The princely heads of that$6#2$ illustrious throng, 205:01,842[' ]| He saw rich veins with noble blood new filled; 205:01,843[' ]| Others who$6#1$ honour from dependence held; 205:01,844[' ]| Some with exhausted fortunes to$9$ support 205:01,845[' ]| Their greatness, propped with crutches from a Court. 205:01,846[' ]| These for$4$ their country's right their votes still pass, 205:01,847[' ]| Moved like$4$ the water in$4$ a weather-glass, 205:01,848[' ]| Higher or lower, as the powerful charm 205:01,849[' ]| Of the sovereign hand is either cool or warm. 205:01,850[' ]| Here must the attack be made: for$3$ well we know 205:01,851[' ]| Reason and titles from one fountain flow: 205:01,852[' ]| Whilst favour men, no$2$ less than fortunes, builds, 205:01,853[' ]| And honour ever moulds as well as gilds. 205:01,854[' ]| Honour, that$6#1$ still does even new souls inspire, 205:01,855[' ]| Honour, more powerful than the Heaven-stolen fire; 205:01,856[' ]| These must be wrought to$4$ Absalom's defence; 205:01,857[' ]| For$3$ though to$9$ baffle the whole Sanedrin's sense, 205:01,858[' ]| To$9$ attempt impossibles, would be in$4$ vain, 205:01,859[' ]| Yet it is enough but to$9$ divide and reign. 205:01,860[' ]| Here, though small force such easy converts draws, 205:01,861[' ]| Yet it is thought fit in$4$ glory to$4$ their cause, 205:01,862[' ]| Some learned champion of prodigious sense, 205:01,863[' ]| With mighty and long-studied eloquence, 205:01,864[' ]| Should with a kind of inspiration rise 205:01,865[' ]| And the unguarded Sanedrin surprise; 205:01,866[' ]| And such resistless conquering reasons press 205:01,867[' ]| To$9$ charm their vanquished souls, that$3$ the success 205:01,868[' ]| Might look like$4$ conscience, though it is nothing less. 205:01,869[' ]| For$4$ this design, no$2$ head nor tongue so$5#1$ well 205:01,870[' ]| As that$6#2$ of the profound Achitophel. 205:01,871[' ]| ~~ How! Great Achitophel? his hand? his tongue? 205:01,872[' ]| Babylon's mortal foe? he who$6#1$ so$5#1$ long 205:01,873[' ]| With haughty sullenness and scornful law'r, 205:01,874[' ]| Had loathed false gods and arbitrary power? 205:01,875[' ]| Against Baal, no$2$ combatant more fierce than he 205:01,876[' ]| For$4$ Israel's asserted liberty; 205:01,877[' ]| No$2$ man more bold, with generous rage inflamed, 205:01,878[' ]| Against the old ensnaring Test declaimed. 205:01,879[' ]| Besides, he bore a most peculiar hate 205:01,880[' ]| To$4$ sleeping pilots, all earth-clods of State. 205:01,881[' ]| None more abhorred the sycophant, buffoon, 205:01,882[' ]| And parasite, the excrescence of a throne; 205:01,883[' ]| Creatures who$6#1$ their creating sun disgrace, 205:01,884[' ]| A brood more abject than Nile's slime-born race. 205:01,885[' ]| Such was the brave Achitophel; a mind 205:01,886[' ]| (If but the heart and face were of a kind) 205:01,887[' ]| So$5#1$ far from being by$4$ one base thought depraved, 205:01,888[' ]| That$3$ sure half ten such souls had Sodom saved. 205:01,889[' ]| Here Baal's cabal Achitophel surveyed, 205:01,890[' ]| And dashed with wonder, half despairing said, 205:01,891[C ]| "Is this the hand that$6#1$ Absalom must crown, 205:01,892[C ]| The founder of his temples, palace, throne? 205:01,893[C ]| This, this, the mighty convert we must make? 205:01,894[C ]| Gods, he has a soul not all our arts can shake." 205:01,895[' ]| At this a wiser, graver head stepped out, 205:01,896[' ]| And with this language chid their groundless doubt: 205:01,897[W ]| "For$4$ shame! No$2$ more! What is it that$6#1$ frights you thus? 205:01,898[W ]| Is it his hatred of our god, and us, 205:01,899[W ]| Makes him so$5#1$ formidable in$4$ your eye? 205:01,900[W ]| Or is it his wit, sense, honour, bravery? 205:01,901[W ]| Give him a thousand virtues more, and plant 205:01,902[W ]| Them round him like$4$ a wall of adamant, 205:01,903[W ]| Strong as the gates of Heaven, we will$1$ reach his heart. 205:01,904[W ]| Cheer, cheer, my friends; I have found one mortal part: 205:01,905[W ]| For$3$ he has pride, a vast insatiate pride. 205:01,906[W ]| Kind stars, he is vulnerable on$4$ that$6#2$ side. 205:01,907[W ]| Pride that$6#1$ made angels fall, and pride that$6#1$ hurled 205:01,908[W ]| Entailed destruction through a ruined word. 205:01,909[W ]| Adam from pride to$4$ disobedience ran: 205:01,910[W ]| To$9$ be like$4$ gods, made a lost, wretched man. 205:01,911[W ]| There, there, my sons, let our poured strength all fly! 205:01,912[W ]| For$4$ some bold tempter now to$9$ rap him high, 205:01,913[W ]| From pinnacles to$4$ mountain tops, and show 205:01,914[W ]| The gaudy glories of the world below." 205:01,915[' ]| At which$6#1$ the consult came to$4$ this design, 205:01,916[' ]| To$9$ work him by$4$ a kind of touch divine, 205:01,917[' ]| To$9$ raise some holy sprite to$9$ do the feat. 205:01,918[' ]| Nothing like$4$ dreams and visions to$4$ the great. 205:01,919[' ]| Did not a little Witch of Endor bring 205:01,920[' ]| A visionary seer to$4$ a cheated king? 205:01,921[' ]| And shall their greater magic wants success, 205:01,922[' ]| Their more illustrious sorceries do less! 205:01,923[' ]| This final resolution made, at last 205:01,924[' ]| Some mystic words and invocations passed, 205:01,925[' ]| They called the spirit of a late Court scribe, 205:01,926[' ]| Once a true servant of the plotting tribe 205:01,927[' ]| When both with foreign and domestic cost 205:01,928[' ]| He played the feasted Sanedrin's kind host. 205:01,929[' ]| He had scribbled much, and, like$4$ a patriot bold, 205:01,930[' ]| Bid high for$4$ Israel's peace with Egypt's gold. 205:01,931[' ]| But since a martyr (Why! as writers think, 205:01,932[' ]| His master's hand had over-galled his ink.) 205:01,933[' ]| And by$4$ protesting Absalom's wise care, 205:01,934[' ]| Popped into brimstone before he was aware. 205:01,935[' ]| Him from the grave they raised, in$4$ ample kind, 205:01,936[' ]| His severed head to$4$ his sere quarters joined; 205:01,937[' ]| Then cased his chin in$4$ a false beard so$5#1$ well 205:01,938[' ]| As made him pass for$4$ Father Samuel. 205:01,939[' ]| Him thus equipped in$4$ a religious cloak, 205:01,940[' ]| They thus his new-made reverence bespoke: 205:01,941[X ]| "Go, awful sprite, haste to$4$ Achitophel, 205:01,942[X ]| Rouse his great soul, use every art, charm, spell: 205:01,943[X ]| For$4$ Absalom thy utmost rhetoric try. 205:01,944[X ]| Preach him Succession, roared Succession cry, 205:01,945[X ]| Succession dressed in$4$ all her glorious pride, 205:01,946[X ]| Succession worshipped, sainted, deified. 205:01,947[X ]| Conjure him by$4$ divine and human powers, 205:01,948[X ]| Convince, convert, confound, make him but ours, 205:01,949[X ]| That$3$ Absalom may mount on$4$ Judah's throne, 205:01,950[X ]| Whilst all the world before us is our own." 205:01,951[' ]| The forward sprite but few instructions lacked, 205:01,952[' ]| Straight by$4$ the moon's pale light away he packed, 205:01,953[' ]| And in$4$ a trice, his curtains opened wide, 205:01,954[' ]| He sat him by$4$ Achitophel's bedside. 205:01,955[' ]| And in$4$ this style his artful accents ran: 205:01,956[W ]| "Hear, Israel's hope! thou more than happy man! 205:01,957[W ]| Beloved on$4$ high, witness this honour done 205:01,958[W ]| By$4$ Father Samuel, and believe me, son, 205:01,959[W ]| It is by no$2$ common mandate of a god, 205:01,960[W ]| A soul beatified, the blest abode 205:01,961[W ]| Thus low deserting, quits immortal thrones 205:01,962[W ]| And from his grave resumes his sleeping bones. 205:01,963[W ]| But Heaven is the guide, and wondrous is the way, 205:01,964[W ]| Divine the embassy: hear, and obey. 205:01,965[W ]| How long, Achitophel, and how profound 205:01,966[W ]| A mist of hell has thy lost reason drowned? 205:01,967[W ]| Can the apostasy from Israel's Faith, 205:01,968[W ]| In$4$ Israel's heir, deserve a murmuring breath? 205:01,969[W ]| Or to$9$ preserve religion, liberty, 205:01,970[W ]| Peace, nations, souls, is that$6#2$ a cause so$5#1$ high 205:01,971[W ]| As the right heir from empire to$9$ debar? 205:01,972[W ]| Forbid it Heaven, and guard him every star. 205:01,973[W ]| Alas, what if an heir of royal race 205:01,974[W ]| God's glory and his temples will$1$ deface, 205:01,975[W ]| And make a prey of your estates, lives, laws; 205:01,976[W ]| Nay, give your sons to$4$ Moloch's burning paws; 205:01,977[W ]| Shall you exclude him? Hold that$6#2$ impious hand! 205:01,978[W ]| As Abraham gave his son at God's command, 205:01,979[W ]| Think still he does by$4$ divine right succeed. 205:01,980[W ]| God bids him reign, and you should bid them bleed. 205:01,981[W ]| It is true, as Heaven's elected flock, you may 205:01,982[W ]| For$4$ his conversion, and your safety, pray. 205:01,983[W ]| But prayers are all. To$9$ disinherit him, 205:01,984[W ]| The very thought, nay, word itself is a crime. 205:01,985[W ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ is the \means\ of safety: but forbear, 205:01,986[W ]| For$3$ means are impious in$4$ the sons of prayer. 205:01,987[W ]| To$4$ miracles alone your safety owe; 205:01,988[W ]| And Abraham's angel wait to$9$ stop the blow. 205:01,989[W ]| Yes, what if his polluted throne be strowed 205:01,990[W ]| With sacrilege, idolatry, and blood; 205:01,991[W ]| And it is you mount him there, you are innocent still: 205:01,992[W ]| For$3$ he is a king, and kings can do no$2$ ill. 205:01,993[W ]| Oh Royal Birthright, it is a sacred name! 205:01,994[W ]| Rouse then, Achitophel; rouse up$5$, for$4$ shame! 205:01,995[W ]| Let not this lethargy thy soul benumb; 205:01,996[W ]| But wake and save the God-like Absalom. 205:01,997[W ]| And to$9$ reward thee for$4$ a deed so$5#1$ great, 205:01,998[W ]| Glut thy desires, thy full-crowned wishes meet; 205:01,999[W ]| Be with accumulated honours blessed, 205:02,000[W ]| And grasp a Star to$9$ adorn thy shining crest." 205:02,001[' ]| Achitophel, before his eyes could ope, 205:02,002[' ]| Dreamt of an ephod, mitre, and a cope. 205:02,003[' ]| Those visionary robes to$4$ his eyes appeared; 205:02,004[' ]| For$3$ priestly all was the great sense he heard. 205:02,005[' ]| But priest or prophet, right divine, or all 205:02,006[' ]| Together, it was not at their feebler call, 205:02,007[' ]| It was at the Star he waked; the Star but named, 205:02,008[' ]| Flashed in$4$ his eyes, and his roused soul inflamed. 205:02,009[' ]| A Star, whose influence had more powerful light 205:02,010[' ]| Than that$6#2$ miraculous wanderer of the night 205:02,011[' ]| Decreed to$9$ guide the eastern sages' way: 205:02,012[' ]| Theirs to$9$ adore a God, his to$9$ betray. 205:02,013[' ]| Here the new convert, more than half inspired, 205:02,014[' ]| Straight to$4$ his closet and his books retired. 205:02,015[' ]| There, for$4$ all needful arts in$4$ this extreme, 205:02,016[' ]| For$4$ knotty sophistry to$4$ a limber theme, 205:02,017[' ]| Long brooding before the mass to$4$ shape was brought, 205:02,018[' ]| And after many a tugging, heaving thought, 205:02,019[' ]| Together a well-ordered speech he draws, 205:02,020[' ]| With ponderous sounds for$4$ his much-labored cause. 205:02,021[' ]| Then the astonished Sanedrin he stormed, 205:02,022[' ]| And with such doughty strength the tug performed; 205:02,023[' ]| Fate did the work with so$5#1$ much conquest bless, 205:02,024[' ]| Wondrous the champion, glorious the success. 205:02,025[' ]| So$5#1$ powerful eloquence, so$5#1$ strong was wit; 205:02,026[' ]| And with such force the easy windfalls hit. 205:02,027[' ]| But the entirest hearts his cause could steal 205:02,028[' ]| Were the Levitic chiefs of Israel. 205:02,029[' ]| None with more rage the impious thought runs down 205:02,030[' ]| Of barring Absalom power, wishes, crown, 205:02,031[' ]| With so$5#1$ much vehemence, such fiery zeal! 205:02,032[' ]| Oh, poor unhappy Church of Israel! 205:02,033[' ]| Thou feelest the fate of the archangels' wars, 205:02,034[' ]| The Dragon's tail sweeps down thy falling stars. 205:02,035[' ]| Nay, the black vote against Absalom appeared 205:02,036[' ]| So$5#1$ monstrous that$3$ they damned it before it was heard. 205:02,037[' ]| For$3$ prelates never in$4$ Sanedrins debate, 205:02,038[' ]| They argue in$4$ the Church, but not in$4$ the State; 205:02,039[' ]| And when their thoughts aslant towards Heaven they turn, 205:02,040[' ]| They weigh each grain in$4$ incense that$6#1$ they burn; 205:02,041[' ]| But to$4$ Heaven's vicegerents, soul, sense, reason, all, 205:02,042[' ]| Or right, or wrong, like$4$ hecatombs must fall. 205:02,043[' ]| And when State business calls their thoughts below, 205:02,044[' ]| Then like$4$ their own church-organ-pipes they go. 205:02,045[' ]| Not David's lyre could more his touch obey; 205:02,046[' ]| For$3$ as their princes breathe and strike, they play. 205:02,047[' ]| Against royal will$0$, they never can dispute, 205:02,048[' ]| But, by$4$ a strange tarantula struck mute, 205:02,049[' ]| Dance to$4$ no$2$ other tune but \Absolute\. 205:02,050[' ]| All acts of supreme power they still admire: 205:02,051[' ]| It is sacred, though to$9$ set the world on$4$ fire; 205:02,052[' ]| Through Church infallibility they explode 205:02,053[' ]| As making human knowledge equal God, 205:02,054[' ]| \Infallible\ in$4$ a new name goes down, 205:02,055[' ]| Not in$4$ the mitre lodged, but in$4$ the crown. 205:02,056[' ]| It is true, blest Deborah's laws they could forget 205:02,057[' ]| (But want of memory commends their wit!) 205:02,058[' ]| Where it was enacted treason not to$9$ own 205:02,059[' ]| Hers and her Sanedrin's right to$9$ place the crown. 205:02,060[' ]| But her weak heads of the Church, mistaken fools, 205:02,061[' ]| Wanted the light of their sublimer schools, 205:02,062[' ]| For$3$ divine right could no$2$ such forces bring. 205:02,063[' ]| But wisdom now expands her wider wing, 205:02,064[' ]| And streams are ever deeper than the spring. 205:02,065[' ]| Besides, they have sense of honour; and who$6#2$ knows 205:02,066[' ]| How far the gratitude of priest-craft goes? 205:02,067[' ]| And what if now like$4$ old Elisha fed, 205:02,068[' ]| To$9$ praise the sooty bird that$6#1$ brought them bread, 205:02,069[' ]| In$4$ pure acknowledgment, though in$4$ despite 205:02,070[' ]| Of their own sense, they paint the raven white. 205:02,071[' ]| Achitophel, charmed with kind Fortune's smiles, 205:02,072[' ]| Flushed with success, now glows for$4$ bolder toils. 205:02,073[' ]| Great wits perverted greatest mischiefs hold, 205:02,074[' ]| As poisonous vapors spring from mines of gold. 205:02,075[' ]| And proud to$9$ see himself with triumph blessed, 205:02,076[' ]| Thus to$4$ great Absalom himself addressed: 205:02,077[C ]| "Illustrious Terror of the World, all hail! 205:02,078[C ]| Forever like$4$ your conquering self prevail. 205:02,079[C ]| In$4$ spite of malice, in$4$ full lustre shine; 205:02,080[C ]| Be your each action, word, and look, divine. 205:02,081[C ]| Nay, though our altars you have so$5#1$ long forborne, 205:02,082[C ]| To$4$ your derided foes' defeat and scorn, 205:02,083[C ]| For$4$ your renown, we have those trumpets found, 205:02,084[C ]| Shall even this deed your highest glory sound, 205:02,085[C ]| That$3$, spite of the ill-judging world's mistake, 205:02,086[C ]| Your soul still owns those temples you forsake. 205:02,087[C ]| Only by$4$ all-commanding honour driven, 205:02,088[C ]| This self-denial you have made with Heaven; 205:02,089[C ]| Quitting our altars because the insolence 205:02,090[C ]| Of profane sanedrins has driven you thence. 205:02,091[C ]| A prince his Faith to$4$ such low slaves reveal? 205:02,092[C ]| It was treason though to$4$ God to$9$ bid you kneel! 205:02,093[C ]| And what though senseless, barking murmurers scold 205:02,094[C ]| And with a rage too blasphemously bold 205:02,095[C ]| Say Israel's crown is for$4$ Esau's pottage sold? 205:02,096[C ]| Let them rail on$5$! and to$9$ strike envy dumb, 205:02,097[C ]| May the slaves live till that$6#2$ great day shall come 205:02,098[C ]| When their hushed rage shall your keen vengeance fly 205:02,099[C ]| And, silenced with your royal thunder, die. 205:02,100[C ]| Nay, to$9$ outsoar your weak forefathers' wings, 205:02,101[C ]| And to$9$ be all that$6#1$ Nature first meant kings, 205:02,102[C ]| Damned be the law that$6#1$ majesty confines, 205:02,103[C ]| But doubly damned accursed sanedrins, 205:02,104[C ]| Invented only to$9$ eclipse a crown. 205:02,105[C ]| Oh, throw that$6#2$ dull Mosaic landmark down. 205:02,106[C ]| The making sanedrins a part of power 205:02,107[C ]| Nursed but those vipers which$6#1$ its sire devour. 205:02,108[C ]| Lodged in$4$ the palace, towards the throne they press, 205:02,109[C ]| For$3$ power's enjoyment does its lust increase. 205:02,110[C ]| Allegiance only is in$4$ chains held fast; 205:02,111[C ]| Make men never thirst, is never to$9$ let them taste. 205:02,112[C ]| Then, Royal Sir, be sanedrins no$2$ more; 205:02,113[C ]| Lop off that$6#2$ rank, luxurious branch of power, 205:02,114[C ]| Those hungry scions, from the cedar's root, 205:02,115[C ]| That$3$ its imperial head towards Heaven may shoot. 205:02,116[C ]| When lordly sanedrins with kings give law, 205:02,117[C ]| And thus in$4$ yokes like$4$ mules together draw, 205:02,118[C ]| For$4$ Judah's arms the royal lion race 205:02,119[C ]| And Issachar's dull ass supply the place. 205:02,120[C ]| If kings over common mankind have this odds, 205:02,121[C ]| Are God's vicegerents, let them act like$4$ gods. 205:02,122[C ]| As man is Heaven's own clay, which$6#1$ it may mould 205:02,123[C ]| For$4$ honour or dishonour, uncontrolled, 205:02,124[C ]| And monarchy is moved by$4$ heavenly springs, 205:02,125[C ]| Why is not human fate in$4$ the breath of kings? 205:02,126[C ]| Then, Sir, from Heaven your great example take, 205:02,127[C ]| And be the unbounded lord a king should make; 205:02,128[C ]| Resume what bold, invading slaves engrossed, 205:02,129[C ]| And only power's effeminacy lost." 205:02,130[' ]| To$4$ this kind Absalom but little spoke, 205:02,131[' ]| Only returned a nod and gracious look: 205:02,132[' ]| For$3$ though recorded fame with pride has told 205:02,133[' ]| Of his great actings, wonders manifold, 205:02,134[' ]| And his great thinkings most diviners guess, 205:02,135[' ]| Yet his great speakings no$2$ records express. 205:02,136[' ]| All things thus safe; and now for$4$ one last blow, 205:02,137[' ]| To$9$ give his foes a total overthrow; 205:02,138[' ]| A blow not in$4$ Hell's legends matched before: 205:02,139[' ]| The removed Plot is laid at the enemy's door. 205:02,140[' ]| The old Plot forged against the saints of Baal 205:02,141[' ]| (Cheat, perjury, and subornation all!), 205:02,142[' ]| Whilst with a more damned treason of their own, 205:02,143[' ]| Like$4$ working moles, they are digging round the throne; 205:02,144[' ]| \Baal, Baal\, they cry, and \Absalom\ the name, 205:02,145[' ]| But David's glory, life, and crown the aim. 205:02,146[' ]| Nay, if but a petition peep abroad, 205:02,147[' ]| Though for$4$ the glory both of Church and God 205:02,148[' ]| And to$9$ preserve even their yet unborn heirs, 205:02,149[' ]| There is blood and treason in$4$ their very prayers. 205:02,150[' ]| This unexampled impudence upheld, 205:02,151[' ]| The government's best friends, the crown's best shield, 205:02,152[' ]| The great and brave, with equal treason brands. 205:02,153[' ]| Faith, honour, and allegiance, strongest bands 205:02,154[' ]| All broken, like$4$ the cords of Sampson, fall 205:02,155[' ]| Whilst the universal leprosy taints all. 205:02,156[' ]| These poisonous shafts with greater spleen they draw 205:02,157[' ]| Than the outrageous wife of Potiphar; 205:02,158[' ]| So$3$ the chaste Joseph, unseduced to$4$ her 205:02,159[' ]| Adulteries, was pronounced a ravisher. 205:02,160[' ]| This hellish Ethnic Plot the Court alarms; 205:02,161[' ]| The traitors, seventy thousand strong, in$4$ arms, 205:02,162[' ]| Near Endor town lay ready at a call, 205:02,163[' ]| And garrisoned in$4$ airy castles all. 205:02,164[' ]| These warriors on$4$ a sort of coursers rid, 205:02,165[' ]| Never lodged in$4$ stables, or by$4$ man bestrid. 205:02,166[' ]| What though the steel with which$6#1$ the rebels fought 205:02,167[' ]| No$2$ forge ever felt, or anvil ever wrought? 205:02,168[' ]| Yet this magnetic Plot, for$4$ black designs, 205:02,169[' ]| Can raise cold iron from the very mines. 205:02,170[' ]| To$4$ this were twenty underplots contrived 205:02,171[' ]| By$4$ malice and by$4$ ignorance believed, 205:02,172[' ]| Till shams met shams, and plots with plots so$5#1$ crossed, 205:02,173[' ]| That$3$ the true Plot amongst the false was lost. 205:02,174[' ]| Of all the much-wronged worthies of the land 205:02,175[' ]| Whom this contagious infamy profaned, 205:02,176[' ]| In$4$ the first rank the youthful Ithream stood, 205:02,177[' ]| His princely veins filled with great David's blood. 205:02,178[' ]| With so$5#1$ much manly beauty in$4$ his face, 205:02,179[' ]| Scarce his high birth could lend a nobler grace. 205:02,180[' ]| And for$4$ a mind fit for$4$ this shrine of gold, 205:02,181[' ]| Heaven cast his soul in$4$ the same beauteous mould; 205:02,182[' ]| With all the sweets of prideless greatness blessed, 205:02,183[' ]| As affable as Abraham's angel-guest. 205:02,184[' ]| But when in$4$ wars his glittering steel he drew, 205:02,185[' ]| No$2$ chief more bold with fiercer lightning flew; 205:02,186[' ]| Witness his trial of an arm divine, 205:02,187[' ]| Passing the ordeal of a burning mine: 205:02,188[' ]| Such forward courage did his bosom fill, 205:02,189[' ]| Starting from nothing, but from doing ill. 205:02,190[' ]| Still with such heat in$4$ honour's race he run, 205:02,191[' ]| Such wonders by$4$ his early valour done, 205:02,192[' ]| Enough to$9$ charm a second Joshua's sun. 205:02,193[' ]| But he has foes; his fatal enemies 205:02,194[' ]| To$4$ a strange monster his fair truth disguise, 205:02,195[' ]| And show the Gorgon even to$4$ royal eyes. 205:02,196[' ]| To$4$ their false perspectives, his fate he owes; 205:02,197[' ]| The spot is in$4$ the glass, not in$4$ the star it shows. 205:02,198[' ]| Yet when by$4$ the imperial sentence doomed, 205:02,199[' ]| The royal hand the princely youth unplumed, 205:02,200[' ]| He his hard fate without a murmur took, 205:02,201[' ]| And stood, with that$6#2$ calm, duteous, humble look, 205:02,202[' ]| Of all his shining honours unarrayed, 205:02,203[' ]| Like$4$ Isaac's head on$4$ Abraham's altar laid. 205:02,204[' ]| Yes, Absalom, thou hast him in$4$ the toil, 205:02,205[' ]| Rifled, and lost; now triumph in$4$ the spoil. 205:02,206[' ]| His zeal too high for$4$ Israel's temples soared, 205:02,207[' ]| His God-like youth by$4$ prostrate hearts adored, 205:02,208[' ]| Till thy revenge from spite and fear began, 205:02,209[' ]| And, too near Heaven, took care to$9$ make him man. 205:02,210[' ]| Though Israel's King, God, laws, share all his soul, 205:02,211[' ]| Adorned with all that$6#1$ heroes can enrol, 205:02,212[' ]| Yet vowed succession's cruel sacrifice, 205:02,213[' ]| Great Judah's son, like$4$ Jephtha's daughter, dies. 205:02,214[' ]| Yes, like$4$ a monument of wrath he stands; 205:02,215[' ]| Such ruin Absalom's revenge demands. 205:02,216[' ]| His curiosity his doom assigned, 205:02,217[' ]| For$3$ it was a crime of as destructive kind 205:02,218[' ]| To$9$ pry how Babylon's burning zeal aspires 205:02,219[' ]| As to$9$ look back on$4$ Sodom's blazing fires. 205:02,220[' ]| But spoiled and robbed, his drossier glories gone, 205:02,221[' ]| His virtue and his truth are still his own. 205:02,222[' ]| No$2$ rifling hands can that$6#2$ bright treasure take, 205:02,223[' ]| Nor all his foes that$6#2$ royal charter shake. 205:02,224[' ]| The dreadful'st foe their engines must subdue, 205:02,225[' ]| The strongest rock through which$6#1$ their arts must hew, 205:02,226[' ]| Was great Bazillai. Could they reach his head, 205:02,227[' ]| Their fears all hushed, they had struck danger dead. 205:02,228[' ]| That$6#2$ second Moses-guide resolved to$9$ free 205:02,229[' ]| Our Israel from her threatening slavery, 205:02,230[' ]| Idolatry and chains; both from the rods 205:02,231[' ]| Of Pharaoh-masters and Egyptian gods; 205:02,232[' ]| And for$4$ that$6#2$ wilderness of error freed, 205:02,233[' ]| Where Dog-stars scorch, and killing serpents breed; 205:02,234[' ]| That$3$ Israel's liberty and truth may grow, 205:02,235[' ]| The Canaan whence our milk and honey flew. 205:02,236[' ]| Such our Barzillai; but Barzillai, too, 205:02,237[' ]| With Moses' fate does Moses' zeal pursue; 205:02,238[' ]| Leads to$4$ that$6#2$ bliss which$6#1$ his silver hairs 205:02,239[' ]| Shall never reach, rich only to$4$ his heirs. 205:02,240[' ]| Kind patriot, who$6#1$, to$9$ plant us banks of flowers, 205:02,241[' ]| With purling streams, cool shades, and summer bowers, 205:02,242[' ]| His age's needful rest away does fling, 205:02,243[' ]| Exhausts his autumn to$9$ adorn our spring. 205:02,244[' ]| Whilst his last hours in$4$ toils and storms are hurled, 205:02,245[' ]| And only to$9$ enrich the inheriting world, 205:02,246[' ]| Thus prodigally throws his life's short span 205:02,247[' ]| To$9$ play his country's generous pelican. 205:02,248[' ]| But oh, that$6#2$ all-be-devilled Paper, framed, 205:02,249[' ]| No$2$ doubt, in$4$ Hell; that$6#2$ mass of treason damned; 205:02,250[' ]| By$4$ Esau's hands, and Jacob's voice disclosed; 205:02,251[' ]| And timely to$4$ the abhorring world exposed! 205:02,252[' ]| Nay, what is more wondrous, this waste-paper tool, 205:02,253[' ]| A nameless, unsubscribed, and useless scroll, 205:02,254[' ]| Was, by$4$ a politician great in$4$ fame 205:02,255[' ]| (His chains foreseen a month before they came), 205:02,256[' ]| Preserved on$4$ purpose, by$4$ his prudent care, 205:02,257[' ]| To$9$ brand his soul, and even his life ensnare. 205:02,258[' ]| But then the Geshuritish troop, well-oathed, 205:02,259[' ]| And for$4$ the sprucer face, well-fed and clothed, 205:02,260[' ]| These to$4$ the Bar obedient swearers go, 205:02,261[' ]| With all the wind their managed lungs can blow. 205:02,262[' ]| So$3$ have I seen from bellows' brazen snout, 205:02,263[' ]| The breath drawn in$5$, and by$4$ the same hand squeezed out. 205:02,264[' ]| But helping oaths may innocently fly, 205:02,265[' ]| When in$4$ a Faith where dying vows can lie. 205:02,266[' ]| Were treason and democracy his ends, 205:02,267[' ]| Why was it not proved by$4$ his revolting friends? 205:02,268[' ]| Why did not the oaths of his once-great colleagues, 205:02,269[' ]| Achitophel and the rest, prove his intrigues? 205:02,270[' ]| Why at the Bar appeared such sordid scum, 205:02,271[' ]| And all those nobler tongues of honour, dumb? 205:02,272[' ]| Could he his plots to$4$ his great allies conceal, 205:02,273[' ]| He durst to$4$ leaky starving wretches tell? 205:02,274[' ]| (Such ignorant princes, and such knowing slaves ~~ 205:02,275[' ]| His Babel-building tools from such poor knaves!) 205:02,276[' ]| Were he that$6#2$ monster his new foes would make 205:02,277[' ]| The unreasoning world believe, his soul so$5#1$ black 205:02,278[' ]| That$3$ they in$4$ conscience did his side forego, 205:02,279[' ]| Knowing him guilty, they could prove him so$5#2$. 205:02,280[' ]| Then it was not conscience made them change their side. 205:02,281[' ]| Or if they knew, yet did his treasons hide, 205:02,282[' ]| In$4$ not exposing his detested crime 205:02,283[' ]| They are greater monsters than they dare think him. 205:02,284[' ]| Are these the proselytes renowned so$5#1$ high, 205:02,285[' ]| Converts to$4$ duty, honour, loyalty? 205:02,286[' ]| Poorly they change, who$6#1$ in$4$ their change stand mute: 205:02,287[' ]| Converts to$4$ truth ought falsehood to$9$ confute. 205:02,288[' ]| To$4$ conquering Truth, they but small glory give, 205:02,289[' ]| Who$6#1$ turn to$4$ God, yet let the Dragon live. 205:02,290[' ]| But who$6#2$ can Amiel's charming wit withstand, 205:02,291[' ]| The great State-pillar of the Muses' land. 205:02,292[' ]| For$3$ lawless and ungoverned, had the age 205:02,293[' ]| The nine wild sisters seen run mad with rage, 205:02,294[' ]| Debauched to$4$ savages, till his keen pen 205:02,295[' ]| Brought their long banished reason back again, 205:02,296[' ]| Driven by$4$ his satyres into Nature's fence, 205:02,297[' ]| And lashed the idle rovers into sense. 205:02,298[' ]| Nay, his sly Muse, in$4$ style prophetic, wrote 205:02,299[' ]| The whole intrigue of Israel's Ethnic Plot; 205:02,300[' ]| Formed strange battalions, in$4$ stupendous-wise, 205:02,301[' ]| Whole camps in$4$ masquerade, and armies in$4$ disguise. 205:02,302[' ]| Amiel, whose generous gallantry, whilst Fame 205:02,303[' ]| Shall have a tongue, shall never want a name; 205:02,304[' ]| Who$6#1$, whilst his pomp his lavish gold consumes, 205:02,305[' ]| Moulted his wings to$9$ lend a throne his plumes, 205:02,306[' ]| Whilst an ungrateful Court he did attend, 205:02,307[' ]| Too poor to$9$ pay what it had pride to$9$ spend. 205:02,308[' ]| But, Amiel has, alas, the fate to$9$ hear 205:02,309[' ]| An angry poet play his chronicler; 205:02,310[' ]| A poet raised above oblivion's shade, 205:02,311[' ]| By$4$ his recorded verse immortal made. 205:02,312[' ]| But, Sir, his livelier figure to$9$ engrave, 205:02,313[' ]| With branches added to$4$ the Bays you gave 205:02,314[' ]| (No$2$ Muse could more heroic feats rehearse!): 205:02,315[' ]| Had, with an equal all-applauding verse, 205:02,316[' ]| Great David's sceptre and Saul's javelin praised: 205:02,317[' ]| A pyramid to$4$ his saint, Interest, raised ~~ 205:02,318[' ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ religiously no$2$ change he missed, 205:02,319[' ]| From Commonwealth's-man up$5$ to$4$ Royalist. 205:02,320[' ]| Nay, would have been his own loathed thing called Priest: 205:02,321[' ]| Priest, whom with so$5#1$ much gall he does describe, 205:02,322[' ]| Because once unworthy thought of Levi's tribe. 205:02,323[' ]| Near those bright towers where art has wonders done, 205:02,324[' ]| Where David's sight glads the blest summer's sun 205:02,325[' ]| And at his feet proud Jordan's waters run, 205:02,326[' ]| A cell there stands by$4$ pious founders raised, 205:02,327[' ]| Both for$4$ its wealth and learned rabbins praised: 205:02,328[' ]| To$4$ this did an ambitious bard aspire, 205:02,329[' ]| To$9$ be no$2$ less than lord of that$6#2$ blest choir; 205:02,330[' ]| Till Wisdom deemed so$5#1$ sacred a command 205:02,331[' ]| A prize too great for$4$ his unhallowed hand. 205:02,332[' ]| Besides, lewd Fame had told his plighted vow 205:02,333[' ]| To$4$ Laura's cooing love perched on$4$ a dropping bough. 205:02,334[' ]| Laura, in$4$ faithful constancy confined 205:02,335[' ]| To$4$ Ethiop's envoy, and to$4$ all mankind; 205:02,336[' ]| Laura, though rotten, yet of mould divine; 205:02,337[' ]| He had all her claps, and she had all his coin. 205:02,338[' ]| Her wit so$5#1$ far his purse and sense could drain, 205:02,339[' ]| Till every pox was sweetened to$4$ a strain. 205:02,340[' ]| And if at last his nature can reform, 205:02,341[' ]| A-weary grown of love's tumultuous storm, 205:02,342[' ]| It is age's fault, not his; of power bereft, 205:02,343[' ]| He left not whoring, but of that$6#2$ was left. 205:02,344[' ]| But wandering Muse, bear up$5$ thy flagging wing; 205:02,345[' ]| To$4$ thy more glorious theme return, and sing 205:02,346[' ]| Brave Jotham's worth, impartial, great, and just, 205:02,347[' ]| Of unbribed faith, and of unshaken trust; 205:02,348[' ]| Once Geshur's lord, their throne so$5#1$ nobly filled, 205:02,349[' ]| As if, to$4$ the borrowed sceptre that$6#1$ he held, 205:02,350[' ]| The inspiring David yet more generous grew 205:02,351[' ]| And lent him his imperial genius too. 205:02,352[' ]| Nor has he worn the royal image more 205:02,353[' ]| In$4$ Israel's Viceroy than Ambassador: 205:02,354[' ]| Witness his gallantry that$6#2$ resolute hour 205:02,355[' ]| When, to$9$ uphold the sacred pride of power, 205:02,356[' ]| His stubborn flags, from the Sydonian shore, 205:02,357[' ]| The angry storms of thundering castles bore. 205:02,358[' ]| But these are virtues Fame must less admire, 205:02,359[' ]| Because derived from that$6#2$ heroic sire 205:02,360[' ]| Who$6#1$, on$4$ a block, a dauntless martyr died 205:02,361[' ]| With all the sweetness of a smiling bride; 205:02,362[' ]| Charmed with the thought of honour's starry pole, 205:02,363[' ]| With joy laid down a head to$9$ mount a soul. 205:02,364[' ]| Of all the champions rich in$4$ honour's scars, 205:02,365[' ]| Whose loyalty through David's ancient wars 205:02,366[' ]| (In$4$ spite of the triumphant tyrant's pride) 205:02,367[' ]| Was to$4$ his lowest ebb of fortune tied, 205:02,368[' ]| No$2$ link more strong in$4$ all that$6#2$ chain of gold 205:02,369[' ]| Than Amasai, the constant, and the bold; 205:02,370[' ]| That$6#2$ warlike general whose avenging sword, 205:02,371[' ]| Through all the battles of his royal lord, 205:02,372[' ]| Poured all the fires that$6#1$ loyal zeal could light; 205:02,373[' ]| No$2$ brighter star in$4$ the lost David's night. 205:02,374[' ]| No$2$ less the lordly Zeleck's glory sound, 205:02,375[' ]| For$4$ courage and for$4$ constancy renowned. 205:02,376[' ]| Though once in$4$ nought but borrowed plumes adorned, 205:02,377[' ]| So$5#1$ much all servile flattery he scorned 205:02,378[' ]| That$3$, though he held his being and support 205:02,379[' ]| By$4$ that$6#2$ weak thread, the favour of a Court, 205:02,380[' ]| In$4$ sanedrins unbribed, he, firmly bold, 205:02,381[' ]| Durst truth and Israel's right, unmoved, uphold. 205:02,382[' ]| In$4$ spite of Fortune, still to$4$ Honour wed; 205:02,383[' ]| By$4$ Justice steered, though by$4$ Dependence fed. 205:02,384[' ]| With reverence the religious Helon treat, 205:02,385[' ]| Refined from all the looseness of the great; 205:02,386[' ]| Helon who$6#1$ sees his line of virtues run 205:02,387[' ]| Beyond the centre of his grave, his own 205:02,388[' ]| Unfinished lustre sparkling in$4$ his son; 205:02,389[' ]| A son so$5#1$ high in$4$ sanedrins renowned, 205:02,390[' ]| In$4$ Israel's interest strong, in$4$ sense profound. 205:02,391[' ]| Under one roof, here Truth a goddess dwells; 205:02,392[' ]| The pious father builds her shrines and cells, 205:02,393[' ]| And in$4$ the son she speaks her oracles. 205:02,394[' ]| In$4$ the same list, young Adriel's praise record; 205:02,395[' ]| Adriel, the academic neighbor lord; 205:02,396[' ]| Adriel, ennobled by$4$ a grandfather 205:02,397[' ]| And uncle, both those glorious sons of war, 205:02,398[' ]| Both generals, and both exiles with their lord, 205:02,399[' ]| Till with the royal wanderer restored, 205:02,400[' ]| They lived to$9$ see his coronation pride, 205:02,401[' ]| Then, surfeiting on$4$ too much transport, died. 205:02,402[' ]| Over Adriel's head these heroes' spirits shine, 205:02,403[' ]| His soul with so$5#1$ much loyal blood fenced in$5$; 205:02,404[' ]| Such native virtues his great mind adorn, 205:02,405[' ]| Whilst under their congenial influence born. 205:02,406[' ]| In$4$ this record, let Camrie's name appear, 205:02,407[' ]| The great Barzillai's fellow sufferer; 205:02,408[' ]| From unknown hands, of unknown crimes accused, 205:02,409[' ]| Till the hunted shadow lost, his chains unloosed. 205:02,410[' ]| Now to$4$ the sweet-tongued Amram's praise be just, 205:02,411[' ]| Once the State Advocate, that$6#2$ wealthy trust, 205:02,412[' ]| Till flattery, the price of dear-bought gold, 205:02,413[' ]| His innocence for$4$ palaces unsold; 205:02,414[' ]| To$4$ naked truth's more shining beauties true, 205:02,415[' ]| The embroidered mantle from his neck he threw. 205:02,416[' ]| Next Hothriel write, Baal's watchful foe, and late 205:02,417[' ]| Jerusalem's protecting Magistrate, 205:02,418[' ]| Who$6#1$, when false jurors were to$4$ frenzy charmed, 205:02,419[' ]| And against innocence even tribunals armed, 205:02,420[' ]| Saw depraved Justice open her ravenous jaw, 205:02,421[' ]| And timely broke her canine teeth of law. 205:02,422[' ]| Amongst the asserters of his country's cause, 205:02,423[' ]| Give the bold Micah his deserved applause, 205:02,424[' ]| The grateful sanedrins' repeated choice, 205:02,425[' ]| Of two great Councils the successive voice. 205:02,426[' ]| Of that$6#2$ old hardy tribe of Israel born; 205:02,427[' ]| Fear their disdain, and flattery their scorn, 205:02,428[' ]| Too proud to$9$ truckle, and too tough to$9$ bend. 205:02,429[' ]| Of the same tribe was Hanan, Ithream's friend; 205:02,430[' ]| From that$6#2$ famed sire, the long robe's glory, sprung; 205:02,431[' ]| In$4$ sanedrins his country's pillar long. 205:02,432[' ]| Long had he fathomed all the depths of State; 205:02,433[' ]| Could with that$6#2$ strength that$6#2$ ponderous sense debate 205:02,434[' ]| As turned the scale of nations with the weight; 205:02,435[' ]| Till subtly made by$4$ spiteful honour great, 205:02,436[' ]| Preferred to$4$ Israel's chief tribunal seat, 205:02,437[' ]| Made in$4$ a higher orb his beams dispense, 205:02,438[' ]| To$9$ hush his formidable eloquence. 205:02,439[' ]| But Israel's numerous worthies are too long 205:02,440[' ]| And great a theme for$4$ one continued song. 205:02,441[' ]| Yet these by$4$ bold flagitious tongues run down, 205:02,442[' ]| Made all conspirers against David's crown. 205:02,443[' ]| Nay, and there was a time, had Hell prevailed, 205:02,444[' ]| Nor perjury and subornation failed, 205:02,445[' ]| When a long list of names, for$4$ treason doomed, 205:02,446[' ]| Had Israel's patriots in$4$ one grave entombed; 205:02,447[' ]| A list, with such fair loyal colors laid, 205:02,448[' ]| Even to$4$ no$2$ less than royal hands conveyed. 205:02,449[' ]| And the great mover in$4$ this pious fraud, 205:02,450[' ]| A dungeon slave, redeemed by$4$ a midnight bawd, 205:02,451[' ]| Then made by$4$ art a swearer of renown, 205:02,452[' ]| Nursed and embraced by$4$ the heir of Judah's crown, 205:02,453[' ]| Encouraged too by$4$ pension for$4$ reward, 205:02,454[' ]| With his forged scrolls for$4$ guiltless blood prepared. 205:02,455[' ]| Poor engine for$4$ a greatness so$5#1$ sublime: 205:02,456[' ]| But oh, a cause by$4$ which$6#1$ their Baal must climb 205:02,457[' ]| Ennobles both the actor and the crime. 205:02,458[' ]| Yet this, and all things else, now quite blown over, 205:02,459[' ]| And Absalom, his Israel's fear no$2$ more, 205:02,460[' ]| Lustre and pride shall hem his radiant brow, 205:02,461[' ]| All knees shall fall, and prostrate nations bow. 205:02,462[' ]| By$4$ Heavens, he is, he will$1$, he must, he shall 205:02,463[' ]| Be Israel's hero, friend, saint, idol, all. 205:02,464[' ]| What though provoked with all the crying sins 205:02,465[' ]| Of murmuring slaves, excluding Sanedrins, 205:02,466[' ]| By$4$ profane crowds in$4$ dirt his prophets spurned, 205:02,467[' ]| And even his gods in$4$ mock processions burned, 205:02,468[' ]| Himself from Israel into Hebron sent 205:02,469[' ]| And doomed to$4$ little less than banishment; 205:02,470[' ]| In$4$ spite of all his scrolls to$4$ Babylon, 205:02,471[' ]| And all the promised wonders to$9$ be done, 205:02,472[' ]| When Egypt's frogs should croak on$4$ Judah's throne; 205:02,473[' ]| Though of a Faith that$6#1$ propagates in$4$ blood, 205:02,474[' ]| Of passions unforgiving, less withstood 205:02,475[' ]| Than seas and tempests, and as deaf as they; 205:02,476[' ]| Yet all divine shall be his God-like sway, 205:02,477[' ]| And his calm reign but one long halcyon day, ~~ 205:02,478[' ]| And this great truth he is damned that$6#1$ dares deny; 205:02,479[' ]| Against Absalom even oracles would lie, 205:02,480[' ]| Though sense and reason preach it is blasphemy. 205:02,481[' ]| Then let our dull mistaken terror cease, 205:02,482[' ]| When even our comets speak all health and peace.