PREST by the load of life, the weary mind
Surveys the general toil of human kind;
With cool fubmiffion joins the lab'ring train,
And focial forrow, lofes half its pain:
Our anxious bard, without complaint, may share
This bustling feason's epidemic care.
Like Cæfar's pilot, dignify'd by fate,

Toft in one common ftorm with all the great;
Diftreft alike, the statesman and the wit,
When one a borough courts, and one the pit.
The bufy candidates for power and fame,

Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, juft the fame;
Difabled both to combat, or to fly,

Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply.
Uncheck'd on both, loud rabbles vent their rage,
As mongrels bay the lion in a cage.

Th' offended burgess hoards his angry tale,
For that bleft year when all that vote may rail;
Their schemes of fpite the poet's foes difmifs,
Till that glad night, when all that hate may hifs.
"This

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"This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, "begg'd a cobler's vote." "This night, our wit," the pert apprentice cries, "Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies."

The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe;
The bard may fupplicate, but cannot bribe.
Yet judg'd by those, whose voices ne'er were fold,
He feels no want of ill-perfuading gold;
But confident of praise, if praise be due,
Trufts without fear, to merit, and to you.

THE

GOOD. NATUR'D MAN.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE, an apartment in Young HONEYWOOD'S

houfe.

Enter Sir WILLIAM HONEYWOOD, JARVIS.

Sir WILLIAM.

GOOD Jarvis, make no apologies for this ho

neft bluntnefs. Fidelity, like yours, is the best excufe for every freedom.

JARVIS.

I can't help being blunt, and being very angry too, when I hear you talk of difinheriting fo good, fo worthy a young gentleman as your nephew, my mafter. All the world loves him.

Sir WILLIAM.

Say rather, that he loves all the world; that is his fault.

JARVIS.

I'm fure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are, though he has not feen you fince he was a child,

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